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