the mighty mighty bosstones
numbered days
Familiar with his kind  He'll beat someone down for fun  He's got an ax to grind  And he'll target anyone  Brass knuckled in his pocket  Steel-toed shoes  Live of the party  When you factor in booze  Familiar with his kind  He'll target anyone  He's got a group of friends  And they're all like minded guys  The fun never ends  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 coming up  Senseless, when will they learn?  Time's running out  And the tables will turn  The days have been numbered  And your number's coming up  The charge what? homicide?  Alone he took the fall  His friends all testified  They weren't there at all  He cried like a baby  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