Stop That Train Lyrics - Paul's Boutique (20th Anniversary Edition) - Beastie Boys

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