I’m late for work
I’m in a pickle
I lost the keys to my car
I don’t have a nickel
To my name
It’s insane
I’m late for work
Take the train
I’m late for work
Train the brain
Why did they make me this way
Why did they make me this way?

Nickel in a pickle
Mutations overnight
The perfect combination
Of darkness and the light

You are a man
With a push button
Better not be
Startin‘ something

Take a bite
Of sour pickle
Your body starts to change
And it all starts with a tickle
In the gut
Your mouth is shut

Your mind is somewhere
In between
Man and machine
Juice on your chin
In a pickle green

Nickel in a pickle
Mutations overnight
The perfect combination
of darkness and the light

You are a man
With a push button
Better not be
Startin‘ somethin‘

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