Lyrics: 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 (Oh-oh-oh) My mama, 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 bygones 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'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 Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Lyrics:
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
(Oh-oh-oh)
My mama, 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 bygones 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'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
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba