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