| People tell me you didn’t know better,
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| Give me sermons 'bout the things I do,
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| Come to love 'em, even wrote letters,
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| You know I even asked it of you, I said,
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| I’ve been doing Poison,
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| I guess I poisoned my life,
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| I’ve been doing Poison,
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| it’s better than marrying your wife
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| On the road, the pace is getting frantic,
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| Specially when your poisoned out your mind,
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| A flight of stairs is like swimming the Atlantic,
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| When you’re poisoned, deaf, dumb and blind,
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| I take my poison,
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| I guess I poisoned my life,
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| Been doing Poison,
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| I wish I’d Poisoned my wife
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| My Father, he used to be a Preacher,
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| Never taught me nothing but scorn,
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| If I ever catch him on the street, yeah,
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| I’ll make him wish he’d never been born,
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| He was Poison,
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| Guess he poisoned my life
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| He was Poison,
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| I wish my mother wasn’t his wife, no! |