White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Sells love to another man
And it's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Sells love to another man
And it's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
Covered in white
Closed eye
Hoping for a better life
And this time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Sells love to another man
But it's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
For angels to die