Numbered Days (Correct Lyrics) 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 coming 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
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 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.
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
He'll target anyone.
OH!

Violence.
When will they learn?
Times 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.