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 road grease

The yellow lines look blue

Snow covers 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 we'll be