The Mountain Goats – This Year Lyrics

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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

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