THE A TEAM

White lips, pale face, breath ing in stay snow (Em)flakes.

Burnt lungs, sour (G)taste.

Light’s gone, day’s end.

Strug gl ing to pay (Em)rent.

Long nights, strange (G)men.

And (Am7)they say she’s in the Class (Cmaj9)A team.

Stuck in her (G)day dream.

Been this way since (D)eight een, but late ly her (Am7)face seems slow ly sink ing, (Cmaj9)wast ing, crum bling like (G)pas tries.

And they scream: the (D)worst things in life come free to us, ’cause we’re (Em)just un der the (Cmaj7)up per hand (G)and go mad for a cou ple grams.

And she don’t (Cmaj7)wan na go out (G)side to night.

And in a (Em)pipe she flies to the (Cmaj7)Moth er land.

(G)Or sells love to an oth er man.

It’s too (Cmaj7)cold out (G)side for (D)an gels to (Em)fly.

For an gels to (Em)fly.

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

Dry house, wet (G)clothes.

Loose change, bank notes.

Wea ry eyed, to dry (Em)throat.

Call girl, no (G)phone.

And (Am7)they say she’s in the Class (Cmaj9)A team.

Stuck in her (G)day dream.

Been this way since (D)eight een, but late ly her (Am7)face seems slow ly sink ing, (Cmaj9)wast ing, crum bling like (G)pas tries.

And they scream: the (D)worst things in life come free to us, and we’re (Em)all un der the (Cmaj7)up per hand (G)and go mad for a cou ple grams.

And we don’t (Cmaj7)wan na go out (G)side to night.

And in a (Em)pipe we fly to the (Cmaj7)Moth er land.

(G)Or sell love to an oth er man.

It’s too (Cmaj7)cold out (G)side for (D)an gels to (Em)fly.

For an gels to (Em)fly.

(Am7)fly.

That an gel will (Cmaj7)die cov ered in white.

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

(Am7)this time.

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

(Gmaj7)Ooh.

(C)Ooh.

(Gmaj7)Ooh.

And (Em)fly.

An gels to (Em)fly,

to fly,

fly.