White lips
pale face
Breathing in 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
Cos we're just
under the upperhand
And go mad for
a couple of grams
And she don't want to go
outside tonight
And in a pipe
she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love
to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
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
Cos we're just
under the upperhand
And go mad for
a couple of grams
But she don't want to
go outside tonight
And in a pipe
she flies to
the Motherland
Or sells love to
another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for
a better life
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
They scream
The worst things
in life come free to us
And we're all
under the upperhand
Go mad for
a couple of grams
And we don't
want to go outside
tonight
And in a pipe
we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to
another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly fly
Angels to fly
to fly to fly
Angels to die