Poison

Like Chancre's Canterbury Tales When three men find a pot of gold And end up killing one another in the name of greed Some people are poison Under my skin like opium And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Yeah there poison Admissions of liabilities I'm living in my own private cold war In a room full of spies and I cannot find the door Some people are poison Under my skin like opium And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Yeah there poison The violent aspects of a tattered man Let me respond to that if I can Illuminated manuscripts written by hand Accusations have been made form the very beginning Some people are poison Under my skin like opium And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Yeah there fuckin poison!