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
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 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
For angels to die