Artist: The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Song: numbered days
Familiar with his kind
He'll beat someone down for fun
He's got an axe to grind
And he'll target anyone
Brass knuckles in his pocket
Steel toed shoes
Life of the party
When you factor in booze
Familiar with his kind
He'll target anyone
Violence, when will they learn?
Time's running out
And the tables will turn
Days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up
He's got a group of friends
And they're all like-minded guys
The fun never ends
And the party never dies
Somebody crossed their path
At the worst time to do it
Toes to the temple
And he didn't live through it
He's got a group of friends
They'll target anyone
Violence, when will they learn?
Time's running out
And the tables will turn
The days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up
Senseless, when will they learn?
Time's runnin' out
And the tables will turn
The days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up
The charge what homicide
Alone he took the fall
His friends all testified
They weren't there at all
And he cried like a baby
When his sentence was passed
For himself and not the victim
But this victim was his last
Yes it was his last
Still familiar with his kind
Too many of them left behind
Up to all that he once was
No other reason, just because
Too many incidents
None are isolated
Each coincidence
Is closely related
Familiar with his kind
He'll target anyone
Violence, when will they learn?
Time's running out
And the tables will turn
The days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up
Senseless, when will they learn?
Time's running out
And the tables will turn
Days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up
