Il testo della This year

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