White lips, pale face 

Breathing in snowflakes 

Burnt 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 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 

Cos we're just under the upperhand 

And go mad for a couple of 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 18 

But lately her face seems 

Slowly sinking, wasting 

Crumbling like pastries 



And they scream 

The worst things in life come free to us 

Cos we're just under the upperhand 

And go mad for a couple of 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 

An angel will die 

Covered in white 

Closed eye 

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 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 upperhand 

Go mad for a couple of grams 

And we don't want to go outside tonight 

And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland 

Or sell love to another man 

It's too cold 

For angels to fly 

Angels to fly 

To fly, fly 

Or angels to die