Caught in the Middle of a 3-Way Mix Beastie Boys

(Lyrics identical to "Stop That Train")

Stop that train, I wanna get off

Welp, it's 4am, I've got the Hasenpfeffer Ale
I've got nothing to lose, so I'm pissing on the third rail
Groggy-eyed and fried, and 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 be kicking out windows, high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile, 'cause I can't afford a 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
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D train

Stop that train, I wanna get off
Stop that train, I wanna get off

Trench coat, wingtip, going to work
And you'll be pullin a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters, payin' their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, starin' at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the slide doors
Now stuck between the stations, it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 fine I'm disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise, the Lees are 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 bustin' out rhymes
Over the loudspeaker about hard times
Sat across from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station, straight to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog - from WHO? George Drakoulias