Lirik Lagu Hole In The Bucket - Spearhead
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
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(Money Money Money Money Nothin ButMoney)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 earlynightly rainin'the glory of the light it brings evaporationmorning's fresh oxygen cleanestI take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenestI'm already wake so I'm not drinkin' coffeedon't wanna cigarrette 'cause it's a form of slaverywalk into the store 'cause I need a few itemsthe sun heats the blood like a hit of vitaminsneeda buy some food and some 'poo for my dreadscan't remember why but I need a spool of threadMan with dirty dreads, steps around the comerhe asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarterI don't have any change so I'm steppin' alongand as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...
(chorus)There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dearliza...(repeat)
The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his songthe buses and the people all keep movin' alongto the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?"and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cupI pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of changeshould I give it to the man's the question in my brainWhat's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wineWhat'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 nickelwill he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?I'm not responsible for the man's depressionhow can I find compassion in the midst of recession?How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my headand I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.
(chorus)
He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' pastI'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna askme about the coinage that is in my pocketBut I don't know if I should put it in his bucketwalk right past him to think about it moreback at the crib I'm openin' up the doora pocketful of change it don't mean alot to memy cup is half full but his is emptyI put back on my cap and I start headin' backI reach into my pocket and I have a heart attackwell as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!"there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big holeWhile I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smackthe jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracksno one has the change and it's fuckin' up my headBut now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!
(chorus)
(chorus)There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dearliza...(repeat)
The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his songthe buses and the people all keep movin' alongto the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?"and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cupI pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of changeshould I give it to the man's the question in my brainWhat's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wineWhat'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 nickelwill he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?I'm not responsible for the man's depressionhow can I find compassion in the midst of recession?How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my headand I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.
(chorus)
He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' pastI'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna askme about the coinage that is in my pocketBut I don't know if I should put it in his bucketwalk right past him to think about it moreback at the crib I'm openin' up the doora pocketful of change it don't mean alot to memy cup is half full but his is emptyI put back on my cap and I start headin' backI reach into my pocket and I have a heart attackwell as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!"there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big holeWhile I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smackthe jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracksno one has the change and it's fuckin' up my headBut now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!
(chorus)
