Beastie Boys - Stop That Train lyrics

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 Coney Island vacation

Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train

They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine

Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token

Riding between the cars pissing smoking

Also finger popping

Two bums fucking I seen them rocking

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

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

French trench coat wing tip going to work

Pulling a train like Captain Kirk

Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts

Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor

Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong 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 the Lees 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

Bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias