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'll 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 and I start to smile

If I catch fire, then I'll change my aim

Throw my troubles at the pearly gates

Ah, ah

All your woe begone, begone

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'll 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