this year lyrics – the mountain goats

i broke free on a sat*rday 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
ahh, 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 17 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 through 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 through this year
if it kills me

/ the mountain goats lyrics