Hole In The Bucket Lyrics - Home - Spearhead

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 compassion in the midst of recession? 

How come all these questions keep fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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