The A Team

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the Class A Team She's 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 her 'Cause she's just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple grams She don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland And sells love to another man 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 and dry throat Call girl, no phone They say She's in the Class A Team She's 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 she's just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple grams She don't wanna go outside tonight And in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland And sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white And they say She's in the Class A Team She's 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 upper hand And go mad for a couple grams We don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in the pipe, we'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly For angels to fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to fly For angels to die