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hole in the bucket

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i work 9 to 5 but it starts in the pm
and i love the sunrise so i step out in the am
the sreet is black and shiny from the early nightly rainin'
the glory of the light brings evaporation
morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
i take a deep hit help my mind stay greenest
i'm already wake so i'm not drinkin' coffee
don't want a 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 buy i need a spool of thread
man with the dirty dreads, steps around the corner
he asks me for a dime, a nickle 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...

there's a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza

the day's pickin' up 'cause i'm hummin' this song
the buses and the people all keep movin' along
to the shop keeper 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 pocket full 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 another 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 nickle?
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 a recession?
how come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
and i still can't remember why i need a spool of thread

theres 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
walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib i'm openin' up the door
a pocket full of change don't mean a lot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
i put back on my cap and 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 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!

there's a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza

-spearhead


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