The A-team

Intro: (         ) 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       Oooooooooooooooooh   (2x) 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      For angels to fly   To flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy For angels to die