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
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 were just under the upper
hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she dont want to go outside
tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the
Motherland
Or 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
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 were just under the upper
hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she dont want to go outside
tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the
Motherland
Or sells love to another man
Its too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time well fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
Shes in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The best things in life come
free to us
And were all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she dont want to go outside
tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the
Motherland
Or sell love to another man
Its too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Angels to fly
Angels to fly
best things in life come free to us