Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poison , by - Allen Stone. Song from the album Last to Speak, in the genre СоулRelease date: 28.09.2009
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Poison |
| Here comes the minister, |
| His three-piece seems sinister, |
| And I’m just a visitor, |
| But I still know when I see a prisoner, |
| I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit, |
| Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root, |
| And here comes the senator, |
| And his high-class, bitch-ass lobbyist eventsters, |
| I’m just a messenger, |
| Oh, but I still know when I see a prisoner, yeah, |
| I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit, |
| Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root, |
| I thought it was obvious when you worship the fond, |
| The root of your evil is what your heart becomes, |
| The fruit that you bear may be beautiful to some, |
| But it’s poison, it’s poison, it’s poison, |
| It’s poison, |
| Here comes the singer and his self-righteous demeanor, |
| But look at these clothes--it shows, |
| Everybody knows I am just a prisoner, |
| I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit, |
| Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root, |
| I thought it was obvious when you worship the fond, |
| The root of your evil is what your heart becomes, |
| The fruit that you bear may be beautiful to some, |
| But it’s poison, it’s poison, it’s poison, |
| It’s poison. |