[Verse 1]
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, all 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
I played video games in a drunken haze
I was sevеnteen years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machinеs
The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue, yeah
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
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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 downshifted as I turned into the driveway
The motor screaming out, it was stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly as you might imagine
In a cavalcade of anger and fear
Well, there will be feasting and dancing
In Jerusalem next year

[Chorus]
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, if it kills me

[Outro]
I just have missed that so much, I, wow
Somehow it always fits, it's never not appropriate
The always appropriate
Well, if you've seen us in clubs before we were no longer allowed to play in clubs
You know this song often comes after that one, or the other way around
I'm unaccustomed to playing this song without like two gallons of sweat rolling down my face
I miss playing it for you
One, two, three, one, two, three