Here Comes The New Year

Here comes the new year
Oh no, not again
I’ve been playing Ziggy with my friends
Neither keen on dying nor on being bored
A year of careful hand-stands
On the high-board
I don’t want to get up
I’m tired of everything
I’ve watched the pornographic film
I’ve work the wedding ring
The kitchens full of food I do not want to see
Downstairs there’s a letter for me
Things to be and things to do
Nothing that I want to
Read a book or write my own
I fumble with a telephone
I wish that I was not alone
My little girl is far from home
Hre comes the nw year
I talk too much, I bore my friends
I bore myself then bore my friends again
Here comes the new year