Money Money Money Money Nothing 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 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 I walk into the store 'cause I need a few items The sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins As I need to buy some food and some poo for my dreads I can't remember why but I need a spool of thread Well a man with dirty dreads, he 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 But as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song There's a hole in the bucket dear LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza, Liza There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear LizaThe day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his song The buses and the people all keep movin' along To the shopkeeper 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 pocketful of change Well 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 brothers 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 ****in' with my head And I still can't remember why I need a spool of thread' Cause there's a hole in the bucket dear LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear LizaHe'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 I 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 a lot 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 ****in' up my head But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread There's a hole in the bucket dear LizaI said, "There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza" There's a hole in the bucket dear LizaThere's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear LizaThere's a hole, there's a hole There's a hole, there's a There's a hole, there's a hole There's a bigger hole There's a bigger hole dear Liza, dear LizaThere's a hole in the bucket Hole in the bucket Dear Liza, dear Liza