What's that slithering towards you in a dream? A sweaty dream, where you sweat in your dream and also in your bed in real life. It's a cobra. A thunderous cobra with shining scales and gleaming fangs.
Let the cobra wind it's way into your ears and plant delicious cobra eggs into your brain.
With time the eggs will develop into baby thunder cobras and you'll be the proud parent of your own flock of snakes.
i was trying to shortcut my way to the page and typed myspace.com/thundercobra, only to find that there are two bands named Thunder Cobra. their first song is called "the tits". i'd like to think if THIS Thunder Cobra wrote a song called "tits" that it would be WAY cooler than the super gay version I'm listening to right now.
