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

I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Well, they're poison

Yeah, they're poison

Admissions of liabilities

I'm livin' in my own private cold war

In a room full of spies

And I can't find the door

Some people are poison

Under my skin like opium

I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Well, they're poison

Yeah, they're poison

The violent aspects of the tattered man

Let me respond to that if I can

Illuminated manuscripts written by hand

Accusations have been made from the very beginning

Some people are poison

Under my skin like opium

I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Well, they're poison

Yeah, they're poison

Yeah, their fuckin'... POISON