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