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 
And they scream 
The worst things in life come free to us 
Cos we're just under the upperhand 
Go mad for a couple 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