Cobra Tattoo - The Mountain Goats

Sun just clearing the treeline when my day begins

Slippery ice on the bridges, northeastern wind coming in

You will bruise my head, I will strike your heel

Drive past woods of northern pine, try not to let go of the wheel

Dream at night

Girl with a cobra tattoo on her arm

Its head flaring out like a parachute

Prisms in the dew drops in the underbrush

Skatecase sailor’s purses floating down in the black needlerush

Higher than the stars I will set my throne

God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones

Dream at night

Girl with a cobra tattoo

And try to hear the garbled transmissions come through