Lyrics Poison Idea

Poison Idea

Think Twice

Stand on both feet, hold my own,

No gun, no way to make a mark,

Impressed, obsessed with people dying,

No choice for you, good deaths a blessing,

Open wide and take your poison,

Count your blessings, before you lose them,

I might be mad about the way things are turning out,

You might be dead, there's one way out

Its not up, you better think twice.