The poor man he had no dreams, had no vices all he had was himself
Spent his days walking around, thinking of things to do with his time

It's like a dream when I wake and scream
I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole

Looked at himself then looked at the world, decided things weren't going too well
Just a man with a sense of justice, would his days of misery never end

Bought a gun disciplined himself, shoot those those bastards right between the eyes
Crime figures fell like dead leaves, the city breathed a sigh of relief

It's not easy when you're making a stand, when it seems that all the world is mad
It's easy to fall by the wayside, but if you act like a sheep you'll get eaten by the wolf
Now the streets are safe for children to play, couples can go walking in the park
The poor man is happy now, an unknown hero and nobody knows his name