Lyric Crater Lake

Once you ve left a lonely rage on its own, it grows
And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn t smoke until it blows
And, oh, all the tears in four tiny years
Well, look at me, I m frightening my friends
You better roll me...

I bought a map of the moon
There was a crater with my name on it and a really good view
There I was, getting drunk in your room
Because I wanted to throw my weight around

And, oh, all the tears in four tiny years
Well, look at me, I m frightening my friends
You better roll me home
You better roll me home
You better roll me home