Rattlesnakes

You are my discipline, my karate
I am stepping into a leather boot
It is a sensible fit for my foot
Peg-legged and parroted like a pirate

There is no such thing as outlaw justice
They will lead you right to the damn gallows
where you wait as long as mercy allows
so, baby, you'd better take my advice:

Disguise yourself with my father's moustache
When you return home from your desert tour
Do not let your green grapes grow so sour
Drink nothing but cold milk for your toothache

I am hearing your sweet and gentle cough
I am reassured that you will come through