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
CHORUS
C    E          Am      F
Some people are poison
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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 fucking poison