A Team

White lips, pale face
 Breathing in the snow flakes
 Burn 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 day dream
 Been this way since eighteen but lately
 Her face seams slowly sinking wasting
 Crumbling like paistries
 And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us
 'Cause we are just under the upper hand
 Go mad for a couple grams
 But she don't wanna go outside tonight
 And in her pipe she flies to the motherland
 Or sell love to another man
 It's too cold outside
 For angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 Ripped gloves, rain coat
 Try to swim to stay afloat
 Dry house, wet clothes
 Loose change, bank notes
 Weary eyed and dry thoat
 Call girl, no phone
 And they say she's in the class A team
 Stuck in her day dream
 Been this way since eighteen but lately
 Her face seems slowly sinking wasting
 Crumbling like paistries
 And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us
 'Cause we are just under the upper hand
 Go mad for a couple grams
 And she don't wanna go outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
 Or sell love to another man
 It's too cold outside
 For angels to fly
 An angel will die
 Covered in white
 Closed eyed
 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 day dream
 Been this way since eighteen but lately
 Her face seems slowly sinking wasting
 Crumbling like paistries
 And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us
 'Cause we are just under the upper hand
 Go mad for a couple grams
 But she don't wanna go outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
 Or sell love to another man
 It's too cold outside
 For angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 An angel will die