The Mountain Goats - This Year 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 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 k**s me I am going to make it though 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 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 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