كلمات 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 (x 3)