White lips pale face
Breathin' in snowflakes
Burnt lungs sour taste
Light's gone day's end
Strugglin' 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 eighteen
but lately her face seems
slowly sinkin' wastin'
crumblin' like pastries
And they scream
the worst things in life
come free to us
'Cause we're just under
the upper hand
and go mad for
a couple 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 eighteen
but lately her face seems
slowly sinkin' wastin'
crumblin' like pastries
And they scream
the worst things in life
come free to us
'Cause we're just under
the upper hand
and go mad for
a couple 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 hopin' 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 eighteen
but lately her face seems
slowly sinkin' wastin'
crumblin' like pastries
And they scream
the worst things in life
come free to us
And we're all under
the upper hand
go mad for
a couple grams
And we don't want
to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we'll
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
