Urban Montana Lyrics

Let's go

For all dominion has been given to Him

Even in the 41st state of the union, He is king

Well, it may seem hopeless to the average Joe

Your home or your college from years ago

Getting bought out fast from right beneath your feet

All these wealthy out-of-staters eating housing like it's meat

It's all just part of that mountain tax

Bozeman, Kalispel, facts is facts

Your dollar means nothing, even with a high wage

The mountains are less pretty when they're walls in your cage

When I was a kid, I wanted everything to burn

The smoke over the sun would hide my mind's ongoing churn

I was trapped in a wasteland far removed from all the earth

Isolated by the landscape, how much is this silly place worth

Born in Great Falls, a pocket full of nukes

Benefis, your savior, holding lives on a leash

10th Avenue's your palace, but the jackpot's out of reach

Well, Billings is a thing (let's give that town a ring)

Called the wrong side of the tracks (man, that place is out of whack)

Held a switchblade in his hand to fend off hoodlums at the pool

Only by God's grace did that man finish school

Helena's the capital, divided on a hill

Donkey eats elephant eats ass (can't we chill)

Lead pollution in the ground a ways down the road

On the way to Townsend, hope that place won't explode

Got a hard diss for the 406

The big MT, this place is so sad to me

Mountainous façade, all it does is save face

Say goodbye to the last best place

Anti-meth mural on the wall

Every other farmer's tweaking, breathing porn on his phone

Because he lives his boring life all alone

Missoula's on the pot, U of M sounds kinda hot

But the city's kinda twisted 'cause the builder's always fought

Dysfunction junction, like extreme unction

Rites for the sick by hippie crystal power function

Paradise Valley seemed to draw all the cults

Windy as Neptune, but here's the nuts and bolts

Gateway to Yellowstone, that's pretty neat

But Park County suicide's got us all beat

Don't die on the pass, come to Bozeman, touch the grass

But every place to live has been bought and sold in mass

Wanna party? Well, there's that meth again

Guess we've just been the drug cartel's extension

Got a hard diss for the 406

The big MT, this place is so sad to me

Mountainous façade, all it does is save face

Say goodbye to the last best place

Up to the highline, like we're blind

Native girls go missing, sold to the grind

Like in the very beginning, in Butte

Copper and women overflowing as loot

Till they drank that draught so deep (down to Berkley's Pit)

Ate a bite of the mountain (collapsed when they were smit)

Used up like the rez lands (a reminder of the sins)

Committed years ago, throwing natives in the bin (preach it)

It never stops (prices are rising)

It never stops (morality declining)

It never stops (climate is changing)

It never stops (population rearranging)

It never stops (locals driven out)

It never stops (rising shadow of doubt)

Who's gonna stay? (And represent the Name)

Who's gonna say these people need saving, and Jesus Christ is the Way

Preach it

I refuse to be driven by the winds of doubt

How will they believe if they have not heard

If no one stays to speak

Christian pockets spread thinner by the year

Ivory towers, classical veneer

Drawing people out, believing they're devout

But there's a fine line between need and retreat

Idaho? You da hoe, this earth is not our home

Scorning this land from your Dakota pagoda

Can't engage the culture pursuing seclusion like a vulture

Is not Jesus Christ the only way