Spearhead - Hole In The Bucket lyrics

rate me

(Money Money Money Money Nothin 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 early

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 cigarrette, 'cause it's a form of slavery

walk into the store 'cause I need a few items

the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins

needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads

can't remember why but I need a spool of thread

Man with dirty dreads, 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

and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...

[chorus]

There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear

liza...[repeat]

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 "was'sup?"

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

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 anotha brotha's 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 compassion in the midst of recession?

How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head

and I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.

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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

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 alot 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 fuckin' up my head

But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!

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