On Trial

by Bad Assets

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released July 17, 2015

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Track Name: Weekend Offender
Working hard throughout the week
Waking up early
Pulling the boots on your feet
Punching the clock earning your pay
Hating every minute but it’s OK
Weekend ain’t that far away
You’re nearly done
Almost time to leave work, it’s time for fun

You worked real hard
You did your time
Saturday’s here
You’re feeling fine
Waking up late
Meet up with the crew
Trying to forget
All the shit we go through

Chorus:
Weekend offenders
Let’s get some beer
Weekend offenders
Without a care
Weekend offenders
Let’s get some smokes
Weekend offenders
Now we’re broke!

Let’s go!

Crack your first brew
Check out the game
All of your boys
Are doing the same
You kept telling yourself
It was worth the wait
Let’s go to the show
And unleash the hate!

Chorus:
Weekend offenders
Let’s get some beer
Weekend offenders
Without a care
Weekend offenders
Let’s get some smokes
Weekend offenders
Now we’re broke!
Track Name: Broken
It seems like in Detroit
It’s us versus everyone else
No one here feels safe
No one here has sense of self
Walk these empty streets
They’re becoming a wasteland
Never go out alone
There’s a good chance you won’t come home

Pre-chorus:
Businesses are boarded up
Middle class in rapid decline
A city full of corruption
A city left behind

Chorus:
Does anybody give a fuck?
So many abandoned homes
Does anyone even still care?
Politicians only preach false promises
This city has been broken so long
This city has been broken so long

It’s time to restore the glory
It’s time we take it back
So many of our citizens
Have fallen through the cracks
One by one they lose their homes
Most children don’t have a chance
No jobs to pay their bills
Too many people don’t come back

Pre-chorus:
Businesses are boarded up
Middle class in rapid decline
A city full of corruption
A city left behind

Chorus:
Does anybody give a fuck?
So many abandoned homes
Does anyone even still care?
Politicians only preach false promises
This city has been broken so long
This city has been broken so long

We’ve seen what it was
Seen what Detroit has been
We gotta make it strong
Bring pride to these streets again
We hope for better things
Fuck the outsiders
This city means something
This city means something to us
Track Name: Fuck You, I Quit
You can’t fire me
I quit!
Don’t have to take
Anymore of your shit
Find someone else
To take your abuse
I tried to help you
But it’s no use

Chorus:
Back out on the streets again
It’s not by choice
Can’t stay where I have no rights
And have no voice

You kicked me out
Got someone to take my place
Trying to hide your faults
Trying to save face
You’ll never be happy
Unless you’re happy with yourself
Until then you’ll get your kicks
By dumping someone else

Chorus:
Back out on the streets again
It’s not by choice
Can’t stay where I have no rights
And have no voice

You still owe me money
And you say you’re broke
But every night you’re at the bar
What a fucking joke
Trying to start over
You just can’t win
You can’t replace me
No matter who you bring in
You’ll never be happy
Unless you’re happy with yourself
Until then you’ll get your kicks
By dumping someone else

Chorus:
Back out on the streets again
It’s not by choice
Can’t stay where I have no rights
And have no voice
Track Name: On Trial
Not guilty of any crime
Not deserving of any time
You haven’t done any wrong
But your opinions are strong
On trial for your beliefs
You just can’t get no relief
Convicted before your trial starts
For what’s in your head and heart

Your only crime is your thought
Their damn lies you haven’t bought
They can’t control your mind
But that’s what they try every time
You have to stand strong
You have to stand proud
You do what you want
Not what’s allowed

Chorus:
On trial!
For your beliefs
On trial!
Can’t get no relief
On Trial!
For who you are
On trial!
They won’t get far

(solo)

Chorus:
On trial!
For your beliefs
On trial!
Can’t get no relief
On Trial!
For who you are
On trial!
They won’t get far
Track Name: Yesterdays Heros
He enlisted at the age of 18
Learned to be sharp, learned to be mean
Training hard, training right
Preparing for most any fight
Stress on his mind weighed a ton
Taking orders, doing what needs to be done
Shipped him to a foreign land
But still he felt like the common man

Chorus:
Man on the street, Yesterdays hero
Man on the street, Yesterdays hero
Man on the street, Yesterdays hero
Reduced to nothing but a zero

Back at home on American soil
Tempers flare, blood begins to boil
Caught in the middle, no where to be
Suffering from PTSD
Every day is such a struggle
Half his platoon was found under rubble
Lost his life, can’t find a career
Believes the answer in the next beer

Chorus:
Man on the street, Yesterdays hero
Man on the street, Yesterdays hero
Man on the street, Yesterdays hero
Reduced to nothing but a zero

Love of his life's gone away
Price for his life, he can't seem to pay
Looks for help from Veterans Affairs
All he gets is blank stares
Loses himself in local sports
Self medication is what supports
Bends the rules, breaks the laws
Hooligans for Heroes helps his cause.
Track Name: P.C. Police
No sense of humor
So thin skinned
Didn’t you get enough
With your Obama win?
You need to lighten up
And learn to take a joke
Or on your own self righteousness
You’re gonna fucking choke

Chorus:
Not racist or sexist
Or anti-gay
We just want a beer
So go the fuck away
We’re not one of your sheep
That you can fleece
So go fuck off
PC police!

I got my own opinions
I don’t need yours
We’re nothing like you
You fucking media whores
You’re always protesting
Everything under the sun
But when we cross paths
Your day is fucking done

Chorus:
Not racist or sexist
Or anti-gay
We just want a beer
So go the fuck away
We’re not one of your sheep
That you can fleece
So go fuck off
PC police!

(solo)

You call yourself a reverend
Having children out of wedlock
When will this madness
Ever fucking stop?
You call yourself an activist
You’re just a fucking extortionist
Starting shit whenever you can
Just another way to shakedown the Man
Track Name: Return To Sender
Everything you buy is a piece of shit
Cheap labor
Cheap product
That’s what you get
Quantity not quality
They really don’t care
The cheaper the better
More money to spare

Chorus:
Taking American jobs
Shipping them overseas
Labor so cheap
From dollars to pennies
Fat cats cranking out
Cheap shit to buy
I can only shake my head
And wonder why

You call customer support
They don’t understand you
What ever happened to
The Red, White and Blue?
How much profit is enough?
There’s just no end to
Their cheap fucking stuff

Chorus:
Taking American jobs
Shipping them overseas
Labor so cheap
From dollars to pennies
Fat cats cranking out
Cheap shit to buy
I can only shake my head
And wonder why

(solo)

Chorus:
Taking American jobs
Shipping them overseas
Labor so cheap
From dollars to pennies
Fat cats cranking out
Cheap shit to buy
I can only shake my head
And wonder why
Track Name: Wish You Were Here
Not a day goes by
That we don’t think about you
Sometimes I just
Don’t know what to do
We miss you so much
You can’t be replaced
We’ll never forget you
Never forget your face

Chorus:
Wish you were here
We’ll never forget you
To your memory
We’ll always stay true

Going to shows
Getting drunk at the bar
You might be gone
But you’re never too far
We were so close
We’ll never be apart
You’ll live forever
In our hearts

Chorus:
Wish you were here
We’ll never forget you
To your memory
We’ll always stay true
Track Name: Match Day
When we wave the Gold and Rouge
You know your team is gonna lose
We’re gonna shout, we’re gonna scream
Detroit City is the team
We’re getting loud and lighting off flares
Getting drunk, we don’t care
When we score, gonna smoke you out
We’re going mental, gonna scream and shout

Chorus:
You came a long way just to lose
Always giving other teams the blues
You came a long way just to lose
We support the Gold and Rouge!

First in the Great Lakes Conference
We won the Rust Belt too
When your team comes to Detroit
You’re sure to fucking lose
We’re ruining football and we don’t care
Yelling loud and lighting off flares
We’re ruining football and we don’t care
Yelling loud and lighting off flares

Chorus:
You came a long way just to lose
Always giving other teams the blues
You came a long way just to lose
We support the Gold and Rouge!
Track Name: Out On The Streets
Long hard day, another cold night
City streets full of urban blight
As I drive on the way downtown
Looks like things are changing around
On this night, plenty of cars
All parked at fancy hipster bars
A smash and grab to start the night
Might get into a fucking street fight

Chorus:
Left behind, out in the cold
I never thought I’d get this old
Out in the night, still can’t be beat
OUT ON THE STREETS, OUT ON THE STREETS!

Heading to a spot with dollar beers
Feels like I haven’t been out in years
This neighborhood used to be bad
Now it just makes me sad
Waiting for someone to get out of line
Propping up the bar till closing time
Square my tab and head on out
Now it's time, I'm gonna scream and shout

Chorus:
Left behind, out in the cold
I never thought I’d get this old
Out in the night, still can’t be beat
OUT ON THE STREETS, OUT ON THE STREETS!

(solo)

Chorus:
Left behind, out in the cold
I never thought I’d get this old
Out in the night, still can’t be beat
OUT ON THE STREETS, OUT ON THE STREETS!
OUT ON THE STREETS, OUT ON THE STREETS!
OUT ON THE STREETS, OUT ON THE STREETS!
Track Name: Prick, Not A Mick
Saying cheers after everything
All the rebel songs you sing
Jump aboard the culture boom
With some dark secrets that loom
Take a look at your history
You've never stepped in a factory
Real Irish have a sense of pride
Your real name you have to hide

Chorus.
Tell the truth, what’s your real name?
Your heritage is a sense of shame
Jump aboard the potato boat
Your true roots will keep you afloat

Catholic or Protestant don't matter
Fake accent, the girls you'll flatter
Girls with lousy shamrock tattoos
It's time to pay your fucking dues
Jumpin around with your plaid skirt
And your authentic Guinness shirt
Rich kid money for your green beer
Tryin hard to show no fear

Chorus.
Tell the truth, what’s your real name?
Your heritage is a sense of shame
Jump aboard the potato boat
Your true roots will keep you afloat

Come on you fakes, gather around
Grab some whiskey and knock it down
Ya don't drink that? What a sight
Gather your shit and be polite
Dropkick tattoos and Irish shirts
Look in the mirror, the fucking truth hurts
Open your eyes and you’ll see
That you’re no more Irish than me

Chorus.
Tell the truth, what’s your real name?
Your heritage is a sense of shame
Jump aboard the potato boat
Your true roots will keep you afloat

You’re just a fucking fake
Fake
FAKE!!!
Track Name: Motor City Violence
Waking up everyday
It’s the same old news
The death toll rises
It’ll give you the blues
In this broken city
You sure won’t see
Any help or relief
For you and me

Chorus:
Motor City violence
For you and me
Suburban crime?
That just can’t be
Motor City violence
For you and me
Drive past 8 mile
And you’ll fucking see

We come from places
You won’t see on TV
Down in the hood
Places you don’t wanna be
It sure ain’t pretty
And it’s just not safe
You gotta watch your back
And keep a gun on your waist

Chorus:
Motor City violence
For you and me
Suburban crime?
That just can’t be
Motor City violence
For you and me
Drive past 8 mile
And you’ll fucking see

Fucking see!

Drugs, violence
Are OK for the hood
But if it spreads to the suburbs
It’s suddenly no good
They’ll bring law and order
To protect the wealth
But in the Motor City
It’s every man for himself

Motor City Violence (4X)