All my style
all my grace
All I tried to save my faceAll my guts, try to spill
All my holes, try to fillAll 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 meIt 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 ohMy momma, lonely maid
Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laidMy papa, renaissance man,
Sailed away and he never came back againAll 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 gatesOh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh all your woe begones be gone
I said all your troubles, you don't need a thingAll 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
