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Familiar with his kind |
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He'll beat someone down for fun |
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He's got an ax to grind |
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And he'll target anyone |
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Brass knuckled in his pocket |
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Steel-toed shoes |
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Live of the party |
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When you factor in booze |
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Familiar with his kind |
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He'll target anyone |
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He's got a group of friends |
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And they're all like minded guys |
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The fun never ends |
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And he didn't live through it |
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He's got a group of friends |
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They'll target anyone |
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Violence, when will they learn? |
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Time's running out |
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And the tables will turn |
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The days have been numbered |
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And your number's coming up |
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Senseless, when will they learn? |
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Time's running out |
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And the tables will turn |
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The days have been numbered |
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And your number's coming up |
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The charge what? homicide? |
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Alone he took the fall |
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His friends all testified |
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They weren't there at all |
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He cried like a baby |
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When his sentence was passed |
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For himself and not the victim |
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But this victim was his last |
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Still familiar with his kind |
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Too many of them left behind |
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Up to all that he once was |
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No other reason, just because |
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Too many incidents |
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None are isolated |
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Each coincidence |
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Is closely related |
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Familiar with his kind |
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He'll target anyone |
