Текст песни B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Stop That Train

[Verse One] It's four AM, I've got the Hasenpfeffer Ale I've got nothin to lose and so I'm pissin on the third rail Groggy eyed and fried and I'm headed for the station D0train ride to Coney Island vacation This one's, dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1-train They be kickin out windows high on cocaine Then I jump the turnstile, I lost my last token Right 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 places on the D-train {Stop that train, I wanna get off...} [Verse Two] Check it! Trench coat, wingtip, going to work And you'll be pullin a train like you're Captain Kirk Pick pocket gangsters payin their debts I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie 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 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, 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 loudspeaker 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 DrakouliasBeastie Boys - B-Boy Bouillabaisse: Stop That Train - http://ru.motolyrics.com/beastie-boys/b-boy-bouillabaisse-stop-that-train-lyrics.html