Caught in the Middle of a 3-Way Mix

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, and 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 kicking out windows, high on cocaine

Then I jump the turnstile, I can't afford a token

Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

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

Then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown

The same faces every day but you don't know their names

Party people going places on the D train

Trench coat, wingtip, going to work

And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk

Pickpocket gangsters paying their debts

I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor

Prostitute's spandex caught in the slide-door

Now you're stuck between the stations and 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 reading El Diario

Riding the train down from the El Barrio

Went from the station to Orange Julius

I bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias