This Year
The Mountain Goats
Album(s): |
The Sunset Tree (2005) |
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Date Added: |
2005-11-25 03:20:20 |
I broke free on a saturday morning
I put the pedal to the floor
Headed north on mill's 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 gunna make it through this year if it kills me
I am gunna 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 tongue
And then cathy showed up and we hung out
Trading swigs from a bottle of bitter & clean
Locking eyes, holding hands,
Twin high-maintenance machines
I am gunna make it through this year if it kills me
I am gunna make it through this year if it kills me
I drove home in the california dusk
I could feel the alcohol inside of me
Hung picture 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 gunna make it through this year if it kills me
I am gunna make it through this year if it kills me

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