"Numbered Days" lyrics

Familiar with his kind
He'll look someone down for fun
He's got an axe 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 and he'll target anyone

Violence, when will they learn?
Time's runnin' 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, it 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 runnin' out and the tables will turn
The days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up
Senseless, when will they learn?
Time's runnin' out and the tables will turn
The days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up

The charge, what? Homicide
Alone he took the fall
Well, his friends all testified
They weren't there at all
And he cried like a baby when his sentence was passed
For himself and not the victim
But this victim 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 and he'll target anyone

Ah, violence, when will they learn?
Time's runnin' out and the tables will turn
The days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up
Senseless, when will they learn?
Time's runnin' out and the tables will turn
The days have been numbered
And your number's comin' up