verse 1 Chaucer's Canterbury tales When three men find a pot of gold End up killing one another in the name of greed Some people are poison (poison) Under my skin like opium And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Ah they're poison yeah they're poison verse 2 Admissions of liabilities I'm living in my own private cold war In a room full of spies and I can't find the door Some people are poison (poison) Under my skin like opium And I'll stare in their eyes to annoy them Ah they're poison yeah they're poison verse 3 The violent aspects of the tattered man Let me respond to that if I can Illuminated Manuscripts written by hand Accusations from the very beginning Some people are poison (poison) Under my skin like opium And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Ah they're poison yeah they're poison Outro