Belfast Penguins And Cats lyrics

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 its not about what animal you`ve got,

its about being able to fly

its about dying nine times.



Walked on broadway, going up to falls,

where 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 its not about what animal you`ve got,

its about being able to fly

its about dying nine times.