If Holes Were Coins

If Holes Were Coins
(Music and Lyrics by Craig Bickhardt)

Pipe’s dripping rust, pan’s leaking oil
Sometimes I feel like steam in a coil
When I hear some suit say he don’t give a damn
If holes were coins, I’d be a rich man

Holes in the ceiling, holes in the floor
Holes they don’t show you in the brochure
You wake up one day and they’ve sold you a scam
If holes were coins, I’d be a rich man

But holes are holes and the coin just rolls away
And I can’t pay these dues no more
Holding onto something makes a man
Feel like he’s in a tug of war

Hole in my paycheck deep as my debt
Hole in the zero of what I got left
I had a dream, but it slipped through my hands
If holes were coins, I’d be a rich man
If holes were coins, I’d be a rich man

But holes are holes and the coin just rolls away
And I can’t pay these dues no more
Holding onto something makes a man
Feel like he’s in a tug of war

If holes were coins, I’d be a rich man
If holes were coins, I’d be a rich, rich man