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
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 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 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 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 burn and burn, and burn and burn
Compositor: Ryan Lee Guldemond ECAD: Obra #32762826