[Lyric] Butt No Rifle (Folly Group)

[Intro]
It is the capital
It is the refusal
It is the realism
That I'm referred to

[Verse 1]
I eloped when shit got real
To a castle on a hill
With a spur hung off my heel but no rifle
And you kindly as a bit
On the saddle where I sit
With a stetson, perfect fit but no rifle
I can show you to the killer
But I ain't got the instinct
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
There is memory, forgetting
And intention, that is it
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle

[Chorus]
And somewhere does he go to
Kills the things he grows through
Loving what we go through
[?]
You do understand me
Do you fuck who doеs?
There is no reprimanding
What's [?]
[Verse 2]
And you look likе she got reeled
To a castle on a hill
With a spur hung off my heel but no rifle
It was memory forgetting
And attention, that is it
And I'm on my cowboy ship with no rifle

[Chorus]
You do understand me
Do you fuck who does?
There is no reprimanding
What's [?]
So what they do [?]
So what they do [?]
There is no understanding
What [?]