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's a crater with my name on it and a really good view
There I was, getting drunk in your roo
Because I wanted to throw my weight around
And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Oh, look at me, I'm frightening my friends
You better roll me home (x 3)