Poison

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