I`ve got a ticket,
To the fast city,
Where the bells don`t really ring,
Getting off the plane the cold air,
Rushes like bullets through my brain,
And I`m divided between penguins and cats,
But it`s not about what animal youve got,
It`s about being able to fly,
It`s about dying nine times,
Aah [x2]
Walked on Broadway,
Going up to falls,
With the old man I used to know,
The paintings on the walls of release,
Are colourful but they are no Matisse,
And I`m divided between penguins and cats,
But it`s not about what animal you`ve got,
It`s about being able to fly,
It`s about dying nine times,
Aah [x2]