Your Kid Sister Poison

Like Chancre 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 Yeah there 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 Yeah there poison The violent aspects of a tattered man Let me respond to that if