Paroles de 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 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