Shoot His Load

Minding his own business Riding subway trains Got ripped off twice Ain't gonna happen again Withdrew a hundred dollars Bought himself a piece Can't depend on anyone He's his own police Fourteenth Street station This could be the night December, he's heavily sweating Collar feels too tight Tired of being preyed upon By the scum of the earth Tonite he'll be the predator Someone's gonna get hurt Walked into an empty car Found himself a seat Five low lives waiting there Waiting for fresh meat One by one surrounded him Trapped him by the door Finger on the trigger Got more than they asked for A split second without thinking Hot gun in his hand Four shots of blood Bernie gets his man Now he stands trial A criminal he's told But he got the satisfaction Of shooting his load