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