Beastie Boys Caught In The Middle Of A 3-way Mix lyrics

Caught In The Middle Of A 3-way Mix by Beastie Boys

Caught In The Middle Of A 3-way Mix lyrics

"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 
Overworked 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