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!