The Pretty Things Go To Hell

What to do?What to say?What to wear on a sunny day?Who the phone?Who to fight?Who to dance with on a sunday night?

I'm reaching the very edge you knowReaching the very edgeI'm going to the other side this timeReaching the very edge

[CHORUS]You're still breathing but you don't know whyLife's a bit and sometimes you dieYou're still breathing but you just can't tellDon't hold your breathBut the pretty things are going to hell

I am a drug, I am a dragonI am your best jazz you ever seenI am the dragon, I am the skyI am the blood at the corner of your eyeI found the secrets I found goldI find you out before you grow oldI find you out before you grow old

What is eternal? What is damned?What is clay and what is sand?Who to diss? Who to trust?Who to listen to? Who to suss?

I'm reaching the very edge you knowI'm reaching the very edgeI'm going to the other side this timeI'm reaching the very edge

[CHORUS]

I am the dragon, I am the drugI am your best jazz you've ever heardI am the dragon, I'm the skyI am the blood at the corner of your eyeI found the secrets I found goldI found you out before you grow oldI found you out before you grow oldThe pretty things are going to hellThey wore it out but they wore it well