Poison Apples Whitey

- You got a problem with me?
- I got a problem with everybody

[Verse 1]
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?

[Chorus]
For the liars
For the liars
For the liars
For the liars
For the liars

[Post-Chorus]
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