C
like chaucer’s
E
canterbury tales
A
when three men find a pot of gold
F
and end up killing one another in the name of greed
chorus
C E A F
some people are poison
under my skin like opium
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

chorus

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

chorus
C B A# A
yeah , you’re fxxking poison