[00:00.00] 作曲 : John Darnielle
[00:04.85]Music & lyric by: John Darnielle
[00:04.85]Performed by: Erik Friedlander, Alex Decarville, Scott Solter, John Vanderslice, Franklin Bruno, Peter Hughes & John Darnielle
[00:08.85]
[00:28.77]I broke free on a Saturday morning. I put the pedal to the floor
[00:35.14]Headed north on Mills Avenue, and listened to the engine roar
[00:47.01]
[00:56.57]My broken house behind me, and good things ahead
[00:59.70]A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time
[01:03.53]Six cylinders underneath the hood, crashing and kicking
[01:07.06]Aha! Listen to the engine whine
[01:09.97]I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me
[01:14.71]I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me
[01:26.07]
[01:37.99]I played video games in a drunken haze
[01:41.27]I was seventeen years young
[01:44.78]Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
[01:47.50]The taste of scotch rich on my tongue
[01:54.40]
[02:06.06]And then Cathy showed up, and we hung out Cathy
[02:08.74]Trading swigs from a bottle, all bitter and clean
[02:12.48]Locking eyes, holding hands
[02:15.74]Twin high-maintenance machines
[02:19.33]I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me
[02:24.70]I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me
[02:32.26]I drove home in the California dusk
[02:37.28]I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
[02:40.52]Pictured the look on my stepfather's face
[02:43.69]Ready for the bad things to come
[02:47.21]I down shifted, as I pulled into the driveway
[02:51.06]The motor screaming out, stuck in second gear
[02:53.95]The scene ends badly, as you might imagine
[02:56.79]In a cavalcade of anger and fear
[03:00.93]There will be feasting and dancing
[03:04.59]In Jerusalem next year
[03:07.82]I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me
[03:12.44]I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me

作曲 : John Darnielle
Music & lyric by: John Darnielle
Performed by: Erik Friedlander, Alex Decarville, Scott Solter, John Vanderslice, Franklin Bruno, Peter Hughes & John Darnielle
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 Cathy wants a little of my time
Six cylinders underneath the hood, crashing and kicking
Aha! 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 punching the machines
The taste of scotch rich on my tongue
And then Cathy showed up, and we hung out Cathy
Trading swigs from a bottle, all bitter and clean
Locking eyes, holding 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 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 gonna make it through this year, if it kills me
I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me