Shoot The Freak Lyrics & Chords By Natalia Zukerman

There's a man in Coney island
Who runs back and forth
While people take their best shot
It is a plane
To make a game like war
Or maybe the other way around
Either way he's going down

So we ride the roller coaster
Cuz you said it would make me feel like I was free
But there's nothing safe, about the ride we're on
What comes up it must come down
And you know where going down

Cuz people are still trying to be birds
Yeah
We are all still trying to fly
Well haven't we heard?

We sat under a noisy sky on labour day
And watched those planes dip and dive
You said I think this is like being under attack
But we'll make it out alive
Well I hope we make it out alive

Cuz blue angels are still trying to be birds
Yeah
We are all still trying to fly
Yeah

That man in Coney island
He says it's just a job
When the summer's through I'll be done
And he laughs at me and my sympathetic smile
He says you know we've just begun
And don't you know we've just begun

Cuz people are still trying to be birds
Yeah
And I am still trying to fly
Despite what I've learned