Cowboys Always Win (The Gadjits)

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