Hi, this is my first tab.. I simplified it so that it's easier to understand for 
novices, and easier to play.. Capo 2.

No1BowieFan


[Verse]

          
White Lips, Pa

le Face
             
Breathing in s

        
nowflakes
         
Burnt Lungs, S

            
our taste
            
Lights gone, D

ays end
             
Struggling to 

       
pay rent
         
Long nights st

           
range men


[Chorus]

            
And they say s

              
he's in the cl

         
ass A-team, St

         
uck in her day

dream,
              
Been this way 

             
since 18, but 

            
lately her fac

              
e seems, slowl

              
y sinking wast


ing,
              
crumbling like

             
 pastries and 

              
they scream th

  
e worst things

 in life come 

free to us,
            
Coz she's just

           
 under the upp

     
er hand, and g

oes mad for a 

couple grams, 
            
she dont wanna

             
 go outside to


night.
            
And in a pipe 

              
she flies to t

         
he motherland,

   
 And sells lov

e to another m

an,
           
Its too cold o

         
utside, For an

             
gels to fly


[Verse]

             
Ripped gloves,

 
 raincoat,
             
tried to swim 

             
and stay afloa


t
         
Dry house, wet

           
 clothes
             
Loose change, 


bank notes,
             
weary-eyed, dr

       
y throat
             
Call girl, no 

   
phone


[Chorus]

            
And they say s

           
he’s in the Cl

            
ass A Team, st

              
uck in her day


dream
              
Been this way 

             
since 18, but 

            
lately her fac

              
e seems, slowl

            
y sinking, was


ting
              
Crumbling like

             
 pastries, and

              
 they scream t

   
he worst thing

s in life come

 free to us
            
Cos she's just

           
 under the upp

        
erhand, and go

 mad for a cou

ple grams
            
And she don’t 

           
want to go out

              
side tonight
            
And in a pipe 

             
she flies to t

          
he Motherland,

   
 or sells love

 to another ma

n
           
It’s too cold 

             
outside for an

             
gels to fly, a

          
ngels to fly


[Bridge]

            
An angel will 

         
die, covered i

         
n white
             
Closed eye and

   
 hoping for a 

better life
         
This time, we’

            
ll fade out to

        
night, straigh

t down the lin

e

              
Straight down 

          
the line


[Chorus]

            
And they say s

           
he’s in the Cl

            
ass A Team, st

              
uck in her day


dream
              
Been this way 

             
since 18, but 

            
lately her fac

              
e seems, slowl

            
y sinking, was


ting
              
Crumbling like

             
 pastries, and

              
 they scream t

   
he worst thing

s in life come

 free to us
            
Cos we're all 

          
under the uppe

        
rhand, and we'

ll go mad for 

a couple grams
            
We don’t want 

         
to go outside 

           
tonight
            
And in a pipe 

          
we fly to the 

             
Motherland, or


 sells love to

 another man
           
It’s too cold 

             
outside for an

             
gels to fly, a

          
ngels to fly
              
It’s too cold 

    
outside for an

gels to fly, a

ngels to fly
To fly, fly
            
Or angels to d

ie