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