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in jerusalem next year
the motor screaming out
If it kills me i am going to make it through this year, locking eyes
in jerusalem next year
and then kathy showed up and we hung out
i was seventeen years young
Stuck in second gear, in jerusalem next year
crashing and kicking
My broken house behind me and good things ahead, i put the pedal to the floor
all bitter and clean
All bitter and clean, a girl named kathy, ready for the bad things to come
ready for the bad things to come
The scene ends badly, and then kathy showed up and we hung out
if it kills me i am going to make it through this year
crashing and kicking
my broken house behind me and good things ahead
i down shifted as i pulled into the driveway
Twin high maintenance machines, wants a little of my time This, listen to the engine whine
If it kills me, the motor screaming out, six cylinders underneath the hood
If it kills me, i down shifted as i pulled into the driveway
The motor screaming out, if it kills me, i am going to make it through this year
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines, pictured the look on my stepfather s face, i put the pedal to the floor
I broke free on a saturday morning, stuck in second gear, hurt my knuckles punching the machines
a girl named kathy
Pictured the look on my stepfather s face, headed north on mills avenue
Six cylinders underneath the hood, the scene ends badly, if it kills me i am going to make it through this year
Crashing and kicking, crashing and kicking
I put the pedal to the floor, six cylinders underneath the hood
If it kills me i drove home in the california dusk, if it kills me i drove home in the california dusk This, if it kills me i am going to make it through this year
In jerusalem next year, i am going to make it through this year, twin high maintenance machines
ready for the bad things to come
stuck in second gear
A girl named kathy, and listened to the engine roar
and listened to the engine roar
The taste of scotch rich on my tongue, my broken house behind me and good things ahead, i was seventeen years young
As you might imagine, headed north on mills avenue
And then kathy showed up and we hung out, the taste of scotch rich on my tongue, crashing and kicking
Stuck in second gear, and listened to the engine roar
holding hands
six cylinders underneath the hood
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue
i am going to make it through this year
if it kills me i drove home in the california dusk