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Landman
06:16
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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
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Timber Mountain
03:47
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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
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Cartel
06:03
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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
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OMW
02:49
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I'm on my way home.
I don't want you to be alone.
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Blood On My Shoes
05:01
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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
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Cream
03:49
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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
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Layers
05:29
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Arm the Radio
06:16
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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
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Hell
04:17
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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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Thomas Hopper Texas
Thomas Hopper is an independent musician from Texas who writes songs and records them in his terrible home studio. Thomas wants you to listen to his music. If compelled to buy the music, cool. If not, thanks for your time.
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