Liz Phair Crater Lake Lyrics

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
Well, look at me, I'm frightening my friends
You better roll me home

You better roll me home
You better roll me home