Just as Poseidon was the god of the storms and the sea
you were the god of my anger and misery
No matter what I did to be the bigger man
it seemed you wouldn't stop until you had completely drowned me

Now I'm sat sobbing in a holding cell
in a suburb just outside of Cleveland
The cops were nice enough to take off the cuffs
and let me wash the blood off of my hands

I drank so much, that I barely remember driving
I started blacking in and out when I finally heard the sirens
None of the screams made my fists complaisant
I kept swinging until your face was mixed with the pavement

Now I'll be lucky not to lose...