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'll 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'll change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
Ah, ah
All your woe begone, begone
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