Montana
| Title | Montana |
|---|---|
| Artist | Bars of Gold |
| Album | Shelters |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | There is no reason to speak There is no reason to hold my hands The deepest part of your heart is an empire, baby In the beginning There is a back for your bidding There are a thousand souls to your plan I am a restless pair of legs Worn by a woman or a man It ate the birds - in the backyards and the billfolds Emptied out into the rivers and the streets Dance like a dog, over pages made of empires Put my muddy hands into water to wash them clean You make more money Putting stocks into a fund that make you money For someone else when you are gone And you can get more money Fuck you Montana! You made a rich man outta me! Fuck you Montana! Filled up my pockets, my heart's cleanYou might also like |