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 facade, 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 facade, 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