He was an all-day bar sitter with a cocked hat on his head

The drink sank from the brim like it was laced with lead

And it could've been poison for all that he cared

'cause didn't everything he kiss seem to hurt



And everything lately was moving too fast

From his years to the drink that he chased down the glass

Then the bottle, then the bottles from the "sweet piece of ass"

Who never appreciated when he told her



No surprise that he's become

The king of what's your poison



Late in the night he would bay and bemoan

And he'd curse all the bastards who had left him alone

And he'd wish for somebody to humiliate and send home

'cause in doing so he knew he'd feel power

And he so loved to feel powerful



And his wife left home

In his high school coat

He had lost his queen

To go sail the seas

On a ship in a bottle



Loudly telling everyone

He's the king of what's your poison






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