Brand New Year

Brand new year, same old trouble
The stroke of midnight won't change a thing
She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
Writes these sad songs I sing

You know I hate New Year's Eve
If it don't rain then it goes and sleets
On the years that it don't
Those are the years my heart's completely broke
I awake with the same old thirst
January the first
With the same old wish that I was dead
And a brand new fountain in my head

It's a brand new year, same old trouble
The stroke of midnight won't change a thing
She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
Writes these sad songs I sing

Tonight I wish I'd just stayed home
Should've stayed there and drank alone
Could've went on a crying jag
Listened to Sinatra, maybe even the hag
Put on Luke the Drifter, I'm dead
'Cause that guy's living inside my head
Where he can steal every thought I think
And he's got plenty of ice there for his drink

It's a brand new year, same old trouble
The stroke of midnight won't change a thing
She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
Writes these sad songs I sing