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 kicking out windows high on cocaine   Jump the turnstyle I lost my last token   Riding between the cars pissing smoking   Also finger popping   Two bums fucking I seen them rocking   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   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   French trench coat wing tip going to work   Pulling a train like Captain Kirk   Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts   Caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz   Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor   Prostitutes spandex caught in the ding dong doors   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 the Lees creased   Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin   Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin   Elevated platform 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 El Barrio   Went from the station straight to Orange Julius   Bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias