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

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