Strychnine

They got me...

I hit the sidewalk
And it's cold as stone
I feel warm fluids
And I know they're my own
I hear the sirens 
I hear the wail
I think I must've died
And gone to hell
All I know is 
I'm not feelin' so well
Lyin' here in my hospital bed
Sterilized woman says it's all in my head
Says it must've been somethin' I ate
{Spoken} 
Now we know that you've taken something 
And we need to know what it IS
What was IT... what COLOR was IT
Up on my feet
I'm back on the street
No one can tell me 
What I can and can't eat
How was I to know strychnine's not a treat?


Blake Xolton

Copyright 1986 Royal Martian Music