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 cathey 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 k**s me i am going to make it through this year if it k**s 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 tounge 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 k**s me i am going to make it though this year if it k**s 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 k**s me i am going to make it though this year if it k**s me