Lyrics: The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell
Album: Stigmata
Artist: Soundtracks
 

What to wear
What to say
What to wear on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night

Reaching the very edge, you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
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 a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I find the secrets
I find 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 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 dragon
I am a drug
I am the best jazz you’ve ever heard
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I find the secrets
I find gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old

The pretty things are going to hell
They’re weren’t now
But they weren’t well
The pretty things are going to hell
They’re weren’t now
But they weren’t well

The pretty things are going to hell
They’re weren’t now
But they weren’t well
The pretty things are going to hell
They’re weren’t now
But they weren’t well

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

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