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