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