Letra de 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,
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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.