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)