A man made of bu*terfat 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