Various Artists:

The A-team Songtext

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
She's 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

‘Cos we're just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
Cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland
And sell 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 and dry throat
Cool girl, no phone

And they say she's in the class A team
She is stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen but lately
Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
Is'nt they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

‘Cos we're just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
Coz in a pipe she flies to the motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

Now angel will die
Covered in white, closed eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time will fade out tonight
Straight down the line

Straight down the line, ohh.
And they say she's in the class A team
She is 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
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
Coz in a pipe fly to the motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly, fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die