New years ago 

We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind 

We sweetened for a kiss -- 

The kiss of a new year to come 

But those days are gone 

We never got resolution -- it never comes 

All the best wishes were blown 

So blow out your candles -- the year won 

So long, to longing for the ressurrection of an unbrindled wantonness 



Break in the new year... 

Break in the new year... 

Break in the new year... 

Break in the new year... 



Fear 

Whipped us in shape 

We must stay afraid -- our new god is discipline 

New, but hardly improved, it's just new cliches 

"They might nail your hands, but your neck has been saved" 

So break in the new year with a vintage wine 

Here's to aging, when some things just get bitter with age 

And other are made to be broken 

Broken 

Broken in... 



We're disciples of discipline 

Sweetened for the kiss... 

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