Michael Franti & Spearhead - Hole In The Bucket Lyrics

(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 hole 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!

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