Belfast (Penguins and Cats)

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 im 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 im 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. Its about being able to fly, Its about dying nine times.