Under Islamic law
You`d have your head and hands cut off
You`d better be turning tail
Cause I can see right through your veil
Your tangled web is just one thread
Illusion of distance by not being true
But if I can get past my limitations as a fly
I could trace it back to you
I heard cowboys always win
I didn`t think I`d be the loser
If I always played the Indian
You waited `til you had three queens
I trusted you when you said it was just a game
playing out perverse fantasies
It was morbid enough and then you kicked away the ladder
I`m two feel tall and you`re having fun
Continued driving nails with the wreaths already hung
Unfortunately for me I remember everything
And it`s hard to forget long enough to enjoy abusing anything