| Song | King Of Poison |
| Artist | Wide Mouth Mason |
| Album | Where I Started |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wide Mouth Mason | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Wide Mouth Mason | |
| He was an allday 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Wide Mouth Mason | |
| He was an allday 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 |