I broke free on a saturday morning I put the pedal too the floor headed north on mills ave 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 underneathe the hood crashing and kicking aha! isten to the engine wine 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 played video games in a drunken haze i was seventeen years yound hurt my knuckles punching the machines the taste of scotch rich on my toung 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 califonia dusk i could feel the alcahol 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 screeming out stuck in second gear the scene ends baddly as you might imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear there will be feasting and dancing in jurusalem 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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com