He'll beat someone down for fun
 He's got an ax to grind
 And he'll target anyone
 Brass knuckled in his pocket
 Steel-toed shoes
 Live 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 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? homicide?
 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 reason, just because
 Too many incidents
 None are isolated
 each coincidence
 Is closely related
 Familiar with his kind
 He'll target anyone