(Crowe)



How you want to see this situation

Straight down the barrel or from some other location

Running up hills never been my vocation

It's my punishment

For drinking my frustration



Big wide world

Why don't you swallow my gift

I'm ragged up and ready to grift

Big wide world

Swallow my gift



Say a little something at the dinner table

Raise up your glasses if your eyesight's feeble

Try and see the target is the barn not the stable

Giving into comfort

You won't be able



Big wide world

Why don't you swallow my gift

I'm ragged up and ready to grift

Big wide world

Swallow my gift



You follow me

I'll haunt you

Don't bite baby

It's more than you can chew



So being this way says I'm in that way

Says I live the way You'll complain about 'til death

'Til you're smelling heaven's breath

Then you might just realize

Nasty little fuckers

Just don't win the prize



Big wide world

Why don't you swallow my gift

I'm revved up and ready to grift

Big wide world

Swallow my gift



Big wide world

Why don't you swallow my gift

I'm ragged up and ready to grift

Big wide world

Swallow my gift