From the recording Here There

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Lyrics

Say goodbye to Queens hoppin on the D
Time for me to go and find my freak
Got my roady in hand tall PBR in a can
Only way to visit Coney Beach

Ya got your punks and your mods got your drunks and hot moms
Sittin next to mermaids at the bar
There’s a priest and a cop on the corner with Maude
Savin her soul one click at a time

It’s not Midwest USA
It’s not Hell’s front gate
HERE LIES CONEY ISLAND STRANGE
WE ARE CONEY ISLAND STRANGE

Fear takes a back seat your loins are free to dream
Grab my belt and walk the boardwalk with me
Lead with hands and tongues bare chests and drugs
Only way to worship at Coney

It’s not Midwest USA
It’s not Hell’s front gate
HERE LIES CONEY ISLAND STRANGE
WE ARE CONEY ISLAND STRANGE

It’s not Midwest USA
It’s not Hell’s front gate
HERE LIES CONEY ISLAND STRANGE
WE ARE CONEY ISLAND STRANGE
YOU ARE CONEY ISLAND STRANGE
WE ARE CONEY ISLAND STRANGE