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

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