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