Song | King Of Poison |
Artist | Wide Mouth Mason |
Album | Where I Started |
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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 |