Swallow My Gift Lyrics by Russell Crowe, 30 Odd Foot of Grunts

Swallow My Gift Lyrics

    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

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