Letra da Música: Shoot His Load - Agnostic Front

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 so tight,
Tired of being preyed upon,
By the scum of the earth,
Tonight 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 shoots of blood,
Bernie gets his man.
Now he stands trial,
A criminal he’s told.
But he got the satisfaction,
Of shooting his load.