This Year Lyrics - The Sunset Tree - Mountain Goats

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 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 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 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