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
Trying to find
An antidote for strychnine
Trying 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
Trying to find
An antidote for strychnine
Trying to find
An antidote for strychnine
So many suffering from the same affliction
Coming up on a 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
Trying to find
An antidote for strychnine
Trying to find
An antidote for strychnine