This Year Lyrics

I broke free on a saturday morning
I put the pedal too the floor
headed north on mills ave
and listened to the engine roar

my broken house behind me
and good things ahead
a girl named cathey
wants a little of my time
six cylinders underneathe the hood
crashing and kicking
aha!
isten to the engine wine

i am going to make it through this year
if it kills me
i am going to make it though this year
if it kills me

i played video games in a drunken haze
i was seventeen years yound
hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my toung

and then cathey showed up
and we hung out
trading swigs from a bottle
all bitter and clean
locking eyes holding hands
twin high matinence machines

i am going to make it through this year
if it kills me
i am going to make it though this year
if it kills me

i drove home in the califonia dusk
i could feel the alcahol inside of me hum
pictured the look on my stepfather's face
ready for the bad things to come
i down shifted
as i pulled into the driveway
the motor screeming out
stuck in second gear
the scene ends baddly
as you might imagine
in a cavalcade of anger and fear

there will be feasting and dancing
in jurusalem next year

i am going to make it through this year
if it kills me
i am going to make it though this year
if it kills me

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