Hole in the Bucket

Lyrics

Artist: Spearhead Album: Home Song: Hole in the Bucket (Money Money Money Money Nothin But Money) I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the PM And I love the sunrise so I step out in the AM 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 Walk into the store cause I need a few items The sun heats my blood like a hit of vitamins Need to buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads I can't remember why but I need a spool of thread Man with dirty dreads, he steps around the corner 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 hole in the bucket Dear Liza, dear 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 "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 (chorus) 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 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 fuckin' up my head But now I know the reason why I had to buy the thread! (chorus)