The A Team

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