Dig around in the garbage Save up some halibut bones in a jar Scrape a winter's worth of salt deposits From the rusty frame of my car Ask the experts Maybe they'll know
Call up my teacher in Cambridge See what he remembers Throw white phosphorus in the fireplace Look for clues in the embers Call the hotline Give them a phony last name
Try to find An antidote for strychnine Try to find An antidote for strychnine
Time's running short Always seems to run shorter Have some supplies sent From up just past the northern border Keep a line out To the people who take the long view
Only share my research With sick lab rats like me Trapped behind the beakers And the Erlenmeyer flasks Cut off from the world, I may not ever get free But I may One day
Tryin' to find An antidote for strychnine Try to find An antidote for strychnine
So many suffering from the same affliction Coming up on the breakthrough The clock's ticking Dig down amongst my calculations Check my map Up there on the surface Everybody's getting ready for the bloodbath Stem the tide, stem the tide They're calling down for reinforcements
Tryin' to find An antidote for strychnine Tryin' to find An antidote for strychnineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
