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 Broken glass on corroded brass, It tells a time A new time, gentlemen Blinding glance, raise my glass To my new time 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 Broken glass on corroded brass, It tells a time A new time, gentlemen Blinding glance, raise my glass To my new time Broken glass on corroded brass, It tells a time A new time, gentlemen Blinding glance, raise my glass To my new time