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 room

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

You better roll me home

You better roll me home