Burning Pile

All my style, all my grace All I tried to save my face All my guts try to spill All my holes try to fill All my money been a long time spent On my drugs, on my rent On my saving philosophy It goes one in the bank, and the rest for me It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I catch fire then I change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh My momma, lonely maid Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid My papa, renaissance man Sailed away and he never came back again All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I catch fire then I change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh All your woe begones be gone I said all your troubles, you don't need a thing All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I catch fire then I change my aim Throw my troubles at the world again It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I catch fire then I'll take my turn To burn and burn and burn Bah, ba-ba-ba Bah, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Bah-bah, bah-bah Bah, ba-ba-ba Bah, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Bah-bah, bah-bah Bah, ba-ba-ba Bah, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Bah-bah, bah-bah Bah, ba-ba-ba Bah, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Bah-bah, bah-bah Bah, ba-ba-ba Bah, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Bah-bah, bah-bah Bah, ba-ba-ba Bah, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Bah-bah, bah-bah