Crumbling like pastries White lips, pale face And they scream Breathing in snowflakes The worst things in life come free to us Burnt lungs, sour taste Cos we’re just under the upperhand Light’s gone, day’s end And go mad for a couple of grams Struggling to pay rent And she don’t want to go outside tonight Long nights, strange men And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man And they say It’s too cold outside She’s in the Class A Team For angels to fly Stuck in her daydream Angels to fly Been this way since 18 An angel will die But lately her face seems Covered in white Slowly sinking, wasting Closed eye Crumbling like pastries And hoping for a better life And they scream This time, we’ll fade out tonight The worst things in life come free to us Straight down the line Cos we’re just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And they say And she don’t want to go outside tonight She’s in the Class A Team And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Stuck in her daydream Or sells love to another man Been this way since 18 It’s too cold outside But lately her face seems For angels to fly Slowly sinking, wasting Angels to fly Crumbling like pastries They scream Ripped gloves, raincoat The worst things in life come free to us Tried to swim and stay afloat And we’re all under the upperhand Dry house, wet clothes Go mad for a couple of grams Loose change, bank notes And we don’t want to go outside tonight Weary-eyed, dry throat And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland Call girl, no phone Or sell love to another man It’s too cold And they say For angels to fly She’s in the Class A Team Angels to fly Stuck in her daydream To fly, fly Been this way since 18 Or angels to die
(Routledge Research in Cultural and Media Studies) Tōru Mitsui - Shōhei Hosokawa - Karaoke Around The World - Global Technology, Local Singing-Routledge (1998)