Liz Phair "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) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |