Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Numbered Days lyrics

Familiar with his kind

He'll beat someone down for fun

He's got an ax 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

Times running out and the tables will turn

The 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 his 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 and they'll target anyone

Violence, when will they learn

Times running out and the tables will turn

The days have been numbered and your number's comin' up

Senseless, when will they learn

Times running out and the tables will turn

The days have been numbered and your number's comin' up

The charge was homicide

Alone he took the fall

His friends all testified

They weren't there at all

He cried like a baby then

When his sentence was passed

For himself and not the victim

But this victim 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