Interpret:

Rancid

Album:

Rancid 2000

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!