Prior Convictions - What's Yours ?

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This album was a long time in the making, had a lot of these songs in the bank for awhile. We went thru a few new members, so took awhile to get these tracks concreted !!!

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released November 23, 2016

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Studio410 Hamilton Ontario

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Prior Convictions Hamilton, Ontario

We are a Hamilton based old school punk rock band ! Some of us grew up in the 70's punk movement, some in the 80's scene and others in the 90's. We have a well balanced sound for all your listening needs ! Support your local music Scene, all bands start somewhere ! ... more

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Track Name: American In You
Can’t take the American outta you
Bald eagles don’t soar so high
Obama's hidden agenda
Oprah’s not so free, no !

It’s the American in you
You can’t seem to break free
You’re livin the American dream
The NSA is watching you…….look out……turn off your cell phones

NFL is your past time
Rally around the home team
Water down shitty beer
Listen to you’re bullshit democracy……listen up……listen to the lies

Lets go

Today you got your gun
Maxed out on the plastic
You’re workin for the man
You’re off too fight a fuckin war

It’s the American in you
It’s the American in you
It’s the American in you
It’s the American in YOU !!!
Track Name: Don't Care About You
I’ve seen love and I’ve seen hate, what goes in must come out
The world doesn’t care about you
Stop me now I don’t care, it’s a gross prodigy
Nobody cares about you
The world’s a stage take a bow, you’ve got nothing on me
WE don’t care about you
They won’t care about you……..HIT IT
Do the time, don’t look back, you did this to yourself
I don’t care about you
Face the wall, in disgrace; friends will turn their backs on you
Shove it where the sun don’t shine
You’re the one that build that bridge, take it down brick by brick
I don’t care about you
They don’t care about you………Hit it
Plead innocence all you want they’ll strip your pride away
Nobody cares about you
Walk the path all alone, all the respect of everyone
Is gone right out the fuckin door
Take the knife end it now, end this pain and suffering
I don’t care about you
You don’t care about you
Enough of the tears of yesterday eats you up – up inside
You can’t take the knife out of this world
Rather be me than be you, your time has come to an end
I don’t care about you
They won’t care about you
Nobody cares about you
Track Name: Don't Wanna Be A Mook
Hop aboard the barton bus, who will she screw tonight
Staggering thru super crawl, she’s gonna puke all over you
Lined up at the local food bank, just to sell it for some smokes
STDs for anyone, who’s willing to take off their clothes

This mook can’t seem to catch a break
Six kids from four different guys

Don’t care what you say, don’t wanna be a mook
Leaving her kids in the car, doesn’t make her a fuckin mook

Hanging around Jackson Square, gonna pan handle her bus fair home
Stop and grab her welfare check, see if the old man is around
It’s 8 o'clock and he’s still in bed, gonna head on down to ‘The Doors’
Screw the band and take there swag, time for some crystal meth

Gonna steal from the neighbours
And post and sell that shit on Kijiji

Don’t care what you say, don’t wanna be a mook
Leaving her kids in the car, doesn’t make her a fuckin mook

Strolling thru Hess Village, what will she hit up tonight
Fuck the bartender fuck the bouncer, gonna get into a fight
Hit up a bench at Gore Park, everything gonna be alright
Fucked and on her own, white trash is what she is

Tally Ho’s is closed at 3
What the fuck is wrong with me

Don’t care what you say, don’t wanna be a mook
Leaving her kids in the car, doesn’t make her a fuckin mook
Don’t care what you say, don’t wanna be a mook
Leaving her kids in the car, doesn’t make her a fuckin mook
Track Name: I Wanna Be Your Mailman
I’m gonna walk the streets for you, gonna deliver to your front door
If my package is too big, I’ll go around and use your back door

I wanna be your mailman, deliver the sex that gets you off
I’m the one who gets inside; I wanna be that delivery guy

Pound the pavement just to get to you, leave a sign on the door if he’s home
It’s marked urgent so I must see you, deliver on the promise, it’s what I do

I wanna be your mailman, deliver the smut that gets you off
I’m the one who gets inside; I wanna be that delivery guy

Cut Across your lawn to save me time, hope that dog doesn’t bite my ass
If I can’t deliver to the front, I’m gonna ease it your back door

I wanna be your mailman, deliver the sex that gets you off
I’m the one the who gets inside; I wanna be that delivery guy

I’m gonna be the mailman
I’m gonna be the mailman
Gonna be the mailman
Gonna be your mailman
I’m going to be…….
Track Name: Maladjusted
I won’t adjust to hate and war, I won’t adjust to the corporate whore
I won’t adjust to inequality, I won’t adjust to police brutality

Yes I’m maladjusted, I am maladjusted, well I think I’m maladjusted
Fuck ya, I’m Maladjusted

I won’t adjust to poverty, sure won’t adjust to stupidity
Can’t adjust to government control, won’t adjust to consumerism in a whole

I Guess I’m maladjusted, I am maladjusted, I think I’m maladjusted
Fuck ya, I’m Maladjusted

I won’t be a slave to the 9 to 5, I won’t sit at my desk all weekend
Can’t adjust to live the work, Kiss my ass, I’m just not going to do it

I won’t adjust to beating the Jones’s, sure won’t be owning all the new toys
I won’t adjust what TV tells me, fuck that , I do my own thinking

I Guess I’m maladjusted, I am maladjusted, I think I’m maladjusted
Fuck ya, I’m Maladjusted
Track Name: You Screwed Me
You were the one that chased it down, I’m the one that took the fall
Through my eyes you are, dead to me
To the alley you can run, hide your face from everyone
The world will see you for what you are, dead to me
You screwed me
You screwed me
You got the job that I was too get, I got transferred to the night
Out my window I see you, you miserable piece of shit
I’ll take what I have learned, I’ll remember who to stab
I will keep my enemies close to me
You screwed me
You screwed me
You screwed me
You screwed me
You screwed me
You screwed me
You screwed me
You screwed me