POISON APPLES - Whitey

— You got a problem with me?

— I got a problem with everybody

What kind of fool did you think I would be?

What kind of fool did you think I would be?

What kind of friends never tell you you’re wrong?

What kind of friends never tell you you’re wrong?

What kind of wound can you make with a lie?

What kind of wound can you make with a lie?

What kind of friends never tell you you’re wrong?

What kind of friends never tell you you’re wrong?

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

Reputations…

Watch them go!

Leave a bad taste in the mouth

You’ve got poison in your soul

(at least I get to spit mine out)

Isn’t it strange how some stains won’t fade away?

And such a shame, that people see you this way

Everyone off, it’s the end of the line

Now, I feel like rising up

But hey- good luck with that decline

I bit into the apple

And I found what lay inside

Well I spit your poison out of me

And this is my goodbye-

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars

For the liars