Words by D. Barrett and N. Albert
Music by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

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 pockets, steel-toed shoes
Life of the party when you factor in booze
Familiar with his kind and 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 coming 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 and 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 tesified
They weren't there at all
He cried like a baby when his sentece was passed
For himself and not the victim
But this victime was his last
Yes, it was his last victim

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 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