| It’s 4am, I’ve got the Hasenpfeffer Ale
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| I’ve got nothing to lose, so I’m pissing on the third rail
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| Groggy-eyed and fried, and I’m headed for the station
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| D-train ride to Coney Island vacation
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| This one’s… Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1-train
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| They’ll be kicking out windows, high on cocaine
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| And then I jump the turnstyle, I lost my last token
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| Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking
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| Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
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| Policeman told my homeboy, yo, put that crack out
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| You know you light up when the lights go down
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| And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
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| Same faces every day, but you don’t know their names
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| Party people going places on the D train
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| Check it
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| Trench coat, wingtip, going to work
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| And you’ll be pullin a train like you’re Captain Kirk
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| Pickpocket gangsters, payin' their debts
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| I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
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| Overworked and underpaid, starin at the floor
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| Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
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| Now stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
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| Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
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| $ 50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
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| The neck, tortoise, your Lees are creased
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| Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
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| Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
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| Elevated platform, I’m never gonna conform
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| Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
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| Bust into the conductor’s booth and busted out rhymes
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| Over the loudspeaker about the hard times
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| Sat across from a man readin El Diario
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| Riding the train down from the El Barrio
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| Went from the station, to Orange Julius
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| I bought a hot dog — from WHO? |
| George Drakoulias |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Stop That Train , by - Beastie Boys. Song from the album Paul's Boutique, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп