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 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