The a Team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 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause she's just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of grams

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

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

They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upperhand

Go mad for a couple of grams

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

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 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 all under the upper hand

Go mad for a couple grams

She don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

Or angels to die