| It’s 4:00 a.m.I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
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| I’ve got nothing to lose so I’m pissin’on the third rail
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| Groggy eyed and fried I’m headed for the station
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| D-Train ride Coney Island vacation
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| 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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| Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
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| Riding between the cars pissing smoking
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| Also finger popping
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| Two bums fucking I seen them rocking
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| Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
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| Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
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| You know you light up when the lights go down
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| Read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
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| Same faces every day but you don’t know their names
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| Party people going placed on the D-Train
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| French trench coat wing tip going to work
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| And you’ll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
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| Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
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| Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
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| Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
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| Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong doors
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| 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 the Lees 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 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 loud speaker 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 El Barrio
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| Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
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| Bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias |