I hate it here
Pillow of shame, blanket of lies
warms the primitive

I hate it here
in this new year, with the sun
new in my skies


Broken glass on corroded brass,
it tells a time

A new time, gentlemen
Blinding glance, raise my glass
to my new time


I'm naked here
I'm in the blind, in blinding cold

Not a shiver
moves the primitive
I hate it here

in this new year, with the sun
new in my skies


Dead weight on my shoulders, sir
A mule of circumstance


Am I this blind?
Can I not see this?
Am I blinded into seeing

nothing real?

Cry in your pillows,

swallow that pride
Keep your blankets
for these colder nights

in the new year
My new year
My new time, gentlemen