Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Numbered Days Lyrics
Familiar with his kindHell beat someone down for funHes got an ax to grindAnd hell target anyoneBrass knuckled in his pocketSteel-toed shoesLive of the partyWhen you factor in boozeFamiliar with his kindHell target anyoneHes got a group of friendsAnd theyre all like minded guysThe fun never endsAnd he didnt live through itHes got a group of friendsTheyll target anyoneViolence, when will they learn?Times running outAnd the tables will turnThe days have been numberedAnd your numbers coming upSenseless, when will they learn?Times running outAnd the tables will turnThe days have been numberedAnd your numbers coming upThe charge what? homicide?Alone he took the fallHis friends all testifiedThey werent there at allHe cried like a babyWhen his sentence was passedFor himself and not the victimBut this victim was his lastStill familiar with his kindToo many of them left behindUp to all that he once wasNo other reason, just becauseToo many incidentsNone are isolatedEach coincidenceIs closely relatedFamiliar with his kindHell target anyone