All my style, all my grace All I try to save my face All my guts, try to spill All my holes, try to fill All my money's 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 than I'll change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
My mamma, lonely maid Got her buns in the oven then 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 than I'll change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah All my woebegones begone I said, all you troubles You don't mean a thing
All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile if I catch fire than 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 than I'll take my turn To burn and burn and burn