Lyric Hole In The Bucket
(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.
(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 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!
(chorus)
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.
(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 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!
(chorus)
