"The A-Team" Lyrics

White lips, pale face
Breathing in the 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 they come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
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 makes love to another man
It's too cold outside, for angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, to 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 they come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
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 makes love to another man
It's too cold outside, for angels to fly

Angels will die
Covered in white, closed eyes
Hoping for a better life
And 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, and they scream
The worst things in life they come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
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 makes love to another man
It's too cold outside, for angels to fly

For angels to fly
For angels to die