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...
  Off