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 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 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
Yeah they´re Fucking Poison!