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 circus show. Truth of the matter is, it's here I feel at home.