White lips pale face, breath ing in snow (E)a flakes.

Burnt lungs, (D)sour taste.

Light’s gone, day’s end.

Strug gl ing to pay rent.

Long nights, (D)strange men.

And they say she’s in the Class A team.

Stuck in her day dream.

Been this way since (E)eight een, but late ly her (Bm7)face seems slow ly sink ing, wast ing, crum bl ing like pas tries.

And they scream: The worst things in life come free to us, ’cause we’re (F#m)just un der the (Dmaj7)up per hand

and go mad for a cou ple grams.

And she don’t wan na go out side to night.

And in a (F#m)pipe she flies to the (Dmaj7)Moth er land.

Or sells love to an oth er man.

It’s too cold out side

for an gels to fly.

For an gels to fly.

Ripped gloves, rain coat, tried to swim, stay (E)a float.

Dry house, (D)wet clothes.

Loose change, bank notes.

Wear y eyed, dry pay throat.

Call girl, (D)no phone.

And they say she’s in the Class A team.

Stuck in her day dream.

Been this way since (E)eight een, but late ly her (Bm7)face seems slow ly sink ing, wast ing, crum bl ing like pas tries.

And they scream: The worst things in life come free to us, and we’re (F#m)all un der the (Dmaj7)up per hand

and go mad for a cou ple grams.

And we don’t wan na go out side to night.

And in a (F#m)pipe we fly to the (Dmaj7)Moth er land.

Or sells love to an oth er man.

It’s too cold out side

for an gels to fly.

For an gels to fly.

That an gel will (Dmaj9)die

cov ered in white.

Closed eyes, an’ (A)hop in’ for a bet ter life

this time.

We’ll fade out to night straight down the line.

(F#m7)(Ooh.

(Amaj7)Ooh.

(F#m7)Ooh.

(Amaj7)Ooh.)

And they

An gels to fly,

to fly,

fly.

For an gels to fly,

to fly,

to fly.

(E)An gels to die.