In the Dinosaur Room

Released October 13, 2015

Written, produced, & recorded by Thomas Hopper 
All vocals & instruments performed by Thomas Hopper 
Mixed by Kristopher Schmitt 
Mastered by Dolf Guardiola 
Album cover photo by Adam Elliott 
Album cover editing by Jonathon Hogberg

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Landman

 

Drive around town looking for blood in the ground

Royalties, contracts, searching for golden black

By land or by sea

It don't matter to me

If it's out in the gulf lets make a deal

Move aside

There's energy to find

An honest living

An honest trade

Dealing in blood day to day

A small fish in a very dank sea

What hypocrisy

As we're all in need

If not for the land man we're in no man's land

Move aside

There's energy to find

Living in no man's land if not for the land man

Move aside

There's energy to find

 

Timber Mountain

 

Traveling to the top of Madera Springs

In West Texas born and raised

Fell in love with a mountain that was taken away

Remember the view from back in the day

I'll go back there one of these days

See the rays pierce the clouds exposing the graves

Mother Jane and Father Tom plainly face Timber Mountain's way

 

Cartel

 

Harvester of the white powder why must you slang your yay?

Border towns are just a hazard; now watch them waste away

All the money that you're after makes your country a disaster

With the loved ones that you've captured

Stack their bodies to the rafters

Harvester of the white powder why must you treat your people this way?

You can only break down rocks by crumbling power

Take it all away

All the money that you're after makes your country a disaster

With the loved ones that you've captured

Stack their bodies to the rafters

Towering gravestones to the heavens

Like cathedrals for the Romans

An homage to all the heathens

Opulence is the message that you send

All the money that you're after makes your country a disaster

With the loved ones that you've captured

Stack their bodies to the rafters

All the families that were fractured, held for ransom all for powder

 

OMW

 

I'm on my way home.

I don't want you to be alone.

 

Blood On My Shoes

 

I got blood on my shoes from when you punched me in the mouth again

I guess that's what I get for running my mouth at a friend

You kept it real

You physically made me aware

Trust me, if anyone else struck me I'd care

I've always been all talk with absolutely no walk

Why must it always escalate to this before it stops?

I should've learned by now seeing how my eyes are always black and blue

Trust me, I'd rather think of something else to do

I guess I should've stayed home again

'for running my mouth

I embarrassed you at dinner with all your friends

If I had a do over, hell, I'd probably do it again

You slammed your knuckles on the table and then you knocked over chair

Trust me, I was the reason that they stared

 

Cream

 

So, you're the best there is

Cream of the crop of the kids

Smoking at sixteen

Girls by the plenty

The cream of the crop

Cream

Walk around like your shit don't stink

You're that guy in pink

Collar popped

Loaded and locked

Monstrous ego

Look at you go

You're the cream of the crop

The 'body rock'

Cream

 

Arm the Radio

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Turn on your dial

Hear the trash I've heard awhile?

Songs about bumping fance and money so fast

Do you hear what I've heard a hundred times?

I can't stand what I hear

Do you hear what I've heard a thousand times?

I know I can't arm the radio

Only so many sounds can come from one man

Try your best to meet their demands

Contribute; I dare you to try

They'll change you in a blink of an eye

Do you hear what I've heard a million times?

I won't stand for what I hear

Do you hear what I've heard a billion times?

I know I can't arm the radio

The mouse in charge of the seas always gets his cheese

The man atop the throne dictates the drone

 

Hell

 

I've been to hell before

I swear

They didn't want me there

Fitting in is something I don't do so well

…not even in hell

You'd think there'd be sin everywhere

Although it's there it ain't everywhere

I went to the depths

I stayed in the pit

The devil was big but he wasn't "it"

I'm in hell

I slept in a bed made out of God

From remnants Satan stole while he was abroad

You wouldn't believe everything I did see

I started taking notes, but over well that didn't go

Then Satan lashed out and he threw me about

I got sent back home pilfered and alone

Before I left he grabbed my hand and said

"I'll see you again when you're dead"

I'm in hell

Then I woke...

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