Intro: - - -
Like Chaucer s
Canterbury tales
When three men find a pot of gold
And kill another in the name of greed
Some people are poison (Poison)
Under my skin like opium
And I ll stare in their eye to annoy them
All they re poison
Yeah, they re poison
Admissions of liabilities
I m living in my own cold war
In a room full of spies and I cannot find the door
Some people are poison (poison)
Under my skin like opium
And I ll stare in their eye to annoy them
All they re poison
Yeah, they re 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
All they re poison
Yeah, they re poison