This Year - The Mountain Goats

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 Cathy

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 though 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

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 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 though this year

If it kills me