Montana

There is no reason to speak There is no reason to hold my hands The deepest part of your heart is an empire In the beginning There is a back for your bidding There are a thousand souls to your plans I am a restless pair of legs Worn by a women or a man It ate the birds In the backyards and the billfolds Empties out into the rivers and the streets Danced like a dog Over pages made with empires Put my muddy hands in water to wash them clean You get more money Putting stocks into a fund That make you money For someone else when you are gone Fuck you Montana You made a rich man out of me Fuck you Montana Filled up my pockets my heart's clean Fuck you Mon- Fuck you Mon- Fuck you Montana