I broke free on a saturday morning
I put the pedal to the floor
Iheaded north on mills avenue
And listened to the engine roar
My broken house behind me and good things ahead
A girl named cathy wants a little of my time
Six cylinders underneath the hood, crashing and kicking
Ah ha, listen to the engine whine
I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
The taste of scotch rich on my tongue
And then cathy showed up and we hung out
Trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean
Locking eyes, holding hands
Twin high maintenance machines
And i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
I drove home in the california dusk
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
I pictured the look on my stepfather's face
I was ready for the bad things to come
I downshifted as i pulled into the driveway
The motor screaming out, stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly, as you might imagine
In a cavalcade of anger and fear
There will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year
And i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
