The pickle jar is empty
Not much unlike the brain
The people want what the people want
And they're willing to pay the big bucks
It's the money, man
Going to their heads
Your TV is a fisherman
Your LED's the dream
Hook through your eyes and the mad men smile
While you're being reeled in
Like a little monkey man
Floating in a chair
The pickle jar is empty
Kinda like the dream
We'll have you know it is not what you want
We got what you need
Have my money, man!