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
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