Whitey - Poison Apples lyrics
[Whitey - Poison Apples lyrics]
- 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