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
https://www.coveralia.com/acordes/poison-rancid.php
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
