My New Time

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