Lyrics:

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
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Oh, 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

Some people are poison
Under my skin like opium
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Oh, they're poison
Yeah, they're poison

The violent aspects of a 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
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Oh, they're poison
Yeah, they're poison
Yeah, they're fucking poison!