Текст (слова) песни: Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Numbered Days
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 pocket Steel-toed shoes Life 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 the party never dies Somebody crossed their path At the worsst 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? 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? Homocide? 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 reaosn, just because Too many incidents None are isolated Each coincidence Is closely related Familiar with his kind He`ll target anyone
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