An Antidote for Strychnine - The Mountain Goats

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

Tryin' 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 math

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 strychnine