White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
Shes in the Class A Team
Shes stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause shes just under the upper-hand
And goes mad for a couple of grams
And she dont want to go outside tonight
Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
Its 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
Shes in the Class A Team
Shes stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause shes just under the upper-hand
And goes mad for a couple of grams
But she dont want to go outside tonight
Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
Its too cold outside
For angels to fly
Now angel will die
Covered in white, closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, now well fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Straight down the line
And they say
Shes in the Class A Team
Shes stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And were all under the upper-hand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we dont want to go outside tonight
Cause in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
Its too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly, fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die