What to wear
What to say
What to do
On a sunny day

Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with
On a Sunday night

I'm reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge

You're still breathing
But you don't know why
Life's a bitch
And sometimes you die
You're still breathing
But you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath
But the pretty things are going to hell

I am a drug
I am a dragon
I am the best jazz you've ever seen
I am the dragon
I am thе sky
I am the blood
At the corner of your еye
I found the secrets
I found gold
I find you out
Before you grow old
I 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 know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge
You're still breathing
But you don't know why
Life's a bit
And sometimes you die

You're still breathing
But you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath
But the pretty things
Are going to hell

The pretty things are going to Hell
They wore it out
But they wore it well

The pretty things are going to Hell
They wore it out
But they wore it well

The pretty things are going to Hell
They wore it out
But they wore it well

The pretty things are going to Hell
They wore it out
But they wore it well
Oh yeah
Move it, move it

[Guitar solo]

You're still breathing
But you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath
But the pretty things are going to hell

You're still breathing
But you don't know why
Life's a bit
And sometimes you die

You're still breathing
But you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath
But the pretty things are going to Hell
Yeah!
(Do it)