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 cathey    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 tounge       and then cathey showed up    and we hung out    trading swigs from a bottle    all bitter and clean    locking eyes    holding hands    twin high matinence 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 califonia dusk    i could feel the alcahol 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 jurusalem 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