spearhead - hole in the bucket lyrics
money money money money
nothing but money
i work 9 to 5 but it starts in the p.m.
and i love the sunrise so i step out in the a.m.
the street is black and shiny from the nightly rainin’
the glory of the light it brings evaporation
morning’s fresh oxygen cleanest
i take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
i’m already wake so i’m not drinkin’ coffee
don’t wanna cigarette, ’cause it’s a form of slavery
i walk into the store ’cause i need a few items
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
as i need to buy some food and some poo for my dreads
i can’t remember why but i need a spool of thread
well a man with dirty dreads, he steps around the comer
he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
i don’t have any change so i’m steppin’ along
but as i’m walkin’ past he sings to me a song
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza, liza
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
the day is pickin’ up cause i’m hummin’ his song
the buses and the people all keep movin’ along
to the shopkeeper i say, “what’s up?”
and i’m thinkin’ about the man who’s holdin’ up the cup
i pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
well should i give it to the man’s the question in my brain
what’s gonna happen if i give the man a dime?
i don’t wanna pay for another brothers wine
what’s gonna happen if i give the man a quarter?
will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
what’s gonna happen if i give the man a nickel
will he buy some food or some pork that’s been pickled?
i’m not responsible for the man’s depression
how can i find comp-ssion in the midst of recession?
how come all these questions keep f-ckin’ with my head
and i still can’t remember why i need a spool of thread
’cause there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
he’s starin’ in my eyes just as i’m walkin’ past
i’m tryin to avoid him ’cause i know he’s gonna ask
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
but i don’t know if i should put it in his bucket
i walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib i’m openin’ up the door
a pocketful of change it don’t mean a lot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
i put back on my cap and i start headin’ back
i reach into my pocket and i have a heart attack
well as i’m diggin’ deep i scream, “oh no”
there’s nothin’ in the pocket but a great big hole
while i was busy thinkin’ if he would buy smack
the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
no one has the change and it’s f-ckin’ up my head
but now i no the reason why i had to buy the thread
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza
i said, “there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza”
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza
there’s a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
there’s a hole, there’s a hole
there’s a hole, there’s a
there’s a hole, there’s a hole
there’s a bigger hole
there’s a bigger hole dear liza, dear liza
there’s a hole in the bucket
hole in the bucket
dear liza, dear liza
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