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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 places on the D-Train
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French trench coat wing tip going to work
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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
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Stop That Train
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| Beastie Boys |
