Karaoké This Year The Mountain Goats

I broke free on a Saturday mornin'

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 Cathy wants a little of my time

Six cylinders underneath the hood crashin' and kickin'

Oh oh listen to the engine whine

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I am gonna 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 punchin' the machines

The taste of scotch rich on my tongue

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out

Tradin' swigs from a bottle

All bitter and clean

Lockin' eyes

Holdin' hands

Twin high maintenance machines

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I am gonna make it through 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 downshifted as I pulled into the driveway

The motor screamin' out

Stuck in second gear

The scene ends badly as you might imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear

There will be feastin' and dancin' in Jerusalem next year

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me