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