Lyrics:
I broke free on a Saturday morning
I put the pedal to the floor
headed north on Mills Avenue
and listened to the engine roar
my broken house behind me and good things ahead
A girl named Kathy wants a little of my time
Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking
Aha, listen to the engine whine
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
I am going to 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 Kathy showed up and we hung out
trading swigs from a bottle, all bitter and clean
locking eyes, holding hands
twin high maintenance machines
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
I am going to 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, 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 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
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
11 years ago
11 years ago
11 years ago
11 years ago