Mary Harris - 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 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 cigarette, 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 compa**ion in the midst of recession? How come all these questions keep f**in' 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**in' up my head But now I know the reason why I had to buy the thread! (chorus)