Burning Pile

All my style, all my grace

All I try to save my face

All my guts, try to spill

All my holes, try to fill

All my money's 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 than I'll change my aim

Throw my troubles at the pearly gates

My mamma, lonely maid

Got her buns in the oven then 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 than I'll change my aim

Throw my troubles at the pearly gates

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

All you woebegones begone

I said, all you troubles

You don't mean a thing

All my troubles on a burning pile

All lit up and I start to smile

If I catch fire than 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 than I'll take my turn

To burn and burn and burn

Ba, ba, ba ba.....