Liz Phair - Crater Lake Lyrics
Once youve left a lonely rage on its own it growsAnd dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesnt smoke until it blowsAnd oh, all the tears in four tiny yearsWell look at me, Im frightening my friendsYou better roll meI bought a map of the moonTheres a crater with my name on it and a really good viewThere I was getting drunk in your roomBecause I wanted to throw my weight aroundAnd oh, all the tears in four tiny years well look at me, Im frightening my friendsYou better roll me homeYou better roll me homeYou better roll me home