文本歌词

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 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 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
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves rain coat
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 sinking wasting
Crumbling 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
And sells 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 daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries
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
She don't want to
Go outside tonight
And in a pipe she fly
To the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly fly
For angels to fly to fly to fly
For angels to die