Opinion of the preceding song lyrics

[Bacon King]

deep.

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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!
Ha! Listen to the engine whine!

I am gonna make it through this year
if it kills me.
I am gonna make it though 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,
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 though 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 though this year
if it kills me.