Coney Island

Here at the freak show
Where the pinheads lie
In their cage making faces
At the passers-by

I steal a glance
But they don't catch my eye, oh no

There's a flutter in my stomach
At the Siamese twins
The loneliest couple
With the same six limbs

Always together
But they're still not friends, oh no

There's a secret part of me
Gets so silent
By communion at Coney Island, oh

At the end of the boardwalk
There's an open door
And it's headed out to heaven
And a bright blue shore

I take a breath, I'm scared to death, and I look up

And there's a secret part of me
Gets so silent
By communion at Coney Island, oh

Please don't let a single person know
My crazy feeling at the sickest show
Truth of the matter is, it's here I feel at home