Burning Pile - Mother Mother

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

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 change my aim

Throw my troubles at the pearly gates

All your woe begones 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 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 burn and burn, and burn and burn