| Song | Sno Cat |
| Artist | Kristin Hersh |
| Album | The Grotto |
| 作词 : Hersh | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Hersh | |
| A man made of butterfat | |
| Careening around on a SnoCat | |
| 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 |