Poison

C Like Chaucer's E Canterbury Tales Am When three men find a pot of gold F and end up killing one another in the name of greed C E Am 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 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 C B A# A Yeah, you're fucking poison