Belfast (penguins And Cats) Lyrics

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.