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 i can illuminated manuscripts written by hand accusations have been made form the very beginning some people are poison under my skin like opium and i ll stare in their eye to annoy them yeah there fuckin poison 