Daddy put you on the stairs he said "Jump and I will catch you" Now you're lying on the ground face down Never trust in anyone again Baby takes her conscience and lights it up like Yellowstone Lights it like a cigarette Lights it like a shot right to her head Baby takes her instincts keeps them in her pocket Everything was beautiful Nothing's gonna hurt you anymore Montana When I die bury me in a '67 Cadillac Fill it full of diamonds You can fill it full of chickens I don't care Baby takes her guilt tries to throw it out the window But it sticks to her like perfume Sticks to her like gum stuck in her hair Baby takes her instincts keeps them in her pocket Everything was beautiful Nothing's gonna hurt you anymore Montana There's a cross up on the mountain Maybe we could climb it We could hang up there a little while Hang up there a lifetime Montana