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