“It's too cold outside for angels to fly.”

“It's too cold outside for angels to flyy”

“And they sayShe's in the class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen that way since eighteen, but lately,Her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhandGo mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to fly”

“It's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAn angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eyeAnd hoping for a better lifeThis time, we'll fade out tonightStraight down the line”

“No avian society ever develops space travel because it's impossible to focus on calculus when you could be outside flying.”

“Only the sun is in the sky. Nothing flies. There are no angels here.”