This Year 가사

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 Ahhh 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 cathy showed up and we hung out Trading swigs from the 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 Home Picture the look on my stepfather's face Ready for the bad things to come I downshifted 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