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