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 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 no the reason why I had to buy the thread! (chorus)