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 ???
The yellow lines look blue

Snow buries Whitehall
White powdered nembutal
And I can't think any more
My feet are like ice
As 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

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Writer(s): Kristin Hersh