Lời bài hát: Mountain Goats, The. This Year.

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