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"Stop that train I wanna' get off" Well.. 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 Coney Island vacation Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kickin' out windows high on cocaine And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token Riding between the cars pissin' smokin' Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout Policeman told my homeboy yo put that crack out You know you light up when the lights go down And 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 "Stop that train I wanna' get off" "Stop that train I wanna' get off" Check it.. Trench coat wing tip going to work And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz Letras de cancionesOverworked and underpaid staring at the floor Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace The neck tortoise the Lees I creased Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin' Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin' Elevated platform I'm 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 the El Barrio Went from the station to Orange Julius I Bought a hot dog from who George Drakoulias From Letras Mania