Like Chaucer'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 ***
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Well they're poison yeah they're 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 ***
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Well 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 ***
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Well they're poison yeah they're poison
Yeah you're f**king poison