Dear Diary, 1st of Jan. Happy day is here again Too late by thirty years Truth can't hurt me I can take it Head on! Clear! Now! Here! I can take it Head on! Clear! Now! Here! Every year it's the same routine Cover up and then come clean While the details disappear Truth can't hurt me I can take it Head on! Clear! Now! Here! I can take it Head on! Clear! Now! Here! Dust them down, show them the door Now no-one cares any more One day won't settle the score What about the other 364? Why should we wait? A stale crumb on a giant plate Comes nowhere near Truth can't hurt me I demand it Head on! Clear! Now! Here! I demand it Head on! Clear! Now! Here! I can take it Head on! Clear! Now! Here! I can take it Head on! Clear! Now! Here!