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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