A man made of butterfat

Careening around on a sno-cat

And i can't drive any faster

My hands are like ice and the moon shines

On pepper trees and rogueries

The yellow lines look blue



Snow burries Whitehall

White powdered nembutal

And i can't think any more

My feet are like ice

And the moon sets

On christmas trees and plastic deer

I decided to forgive and forget



I thank god you're comatose

As i pull back the bedclothes

And i can't believe my composure

And i can't remember my anger

And summer is a fish story

I wonder where it will be