beastie boys
stop that train
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr ale I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station D-train ride to Coney Island vacation  Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine Then I ump the turnstyle I lost my last token Riding between the cars pissing smoking  Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out You know you light up when the lights go down Then you read the New York post Fulton St. downtown  Same faces every day but you don't know their names Party people going placed on the d-train Trench coat wing tip going to work And you'll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk  Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors  Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace The neck tortoise your lees are creased  Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are dunkin' Friday night and Jamaica queens funkin' Elevated platform never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm  Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes Over the loud speaker about the hard times Sat across from a man readin el diario Riding the train down from el barrio  Went from the station straight to Orange Julius I bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias