Sno Cat

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