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I put the pedal to the floorheaded north on mills avenueand listened to the engine roarmy broken house behind meand good things aheada girl named catheywants a little of my timesix cylinders underneath the hoodcrashing and kickingaha!listen to the engine whinei am going to make it through this yearif it kills mei am going to make it though this yearif it kills mei played video games in a drunken hazei was seventeen years younghurt my knuckles punching the machinesthe taste of scotch rich on my toungeand then cathey showed upand we hung outtrading swigs from a bottleall bitter and cleanlocking eyesholding handstwin high matinence machinesi am going to make it through this yearif it kills mei am going to make it though this yearif it kills mei drove home in the califonia duski could feel the alcahol inside of mehum pictured the look on my stepfather's faceready for the bad things to comei down shiftedas i pulled into the drivewaythe motor screaming outstuck in second gearthe scene ends badlyas you might imaginein a cavalcade of anger and fearthere will be feastingand dancingin jurusalem next yeari am going to make it through this yearif it kills mei am going to make it though this yearif it kills me |