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 d**gs
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 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 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 burn and burn
And burn and burn