paroles de chanson The A Team - Mamas Gun

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
And been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
For the worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
Go mad for a couple grams
She don't want to go outside, tonight
And in her pipe, she flies to the motherland
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay float
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed and dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the class A-Team
Stuck in her daydream
And 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

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
Go mad for a couple grams
She don't want to go outside tonight
And in her pipe, she flies to the motherland
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

An angel will die
Covered in white
And closed eye and hoping for a better life
Oh 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
I've been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The best things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
Go mad for a couple grams
She don't want to go outside tonight
And in her 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
Angels to fly
Angels to fly
The best things in life come free to us

Oh, na, na, nah
Oh na, oh na, oh nah, oh nah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh