Woorden: Mountain Goats, The. Cobra Tattoo.

Sun just clearing the tree line 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 the cobra tattoo

on her arm, its head flaring out like a parachute



Prisms in the dewdrops in the underbrush

skate case sailors' purses floating down in the black needle rush

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 the cobra tattoo

And try to hear the garbled transmissions coming through