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 d**gs, on my rent On my saving philosphy It goes one in the bank, and the rest for me It goes, all my troubles in 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 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 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 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 in 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 (pretty much the end, thanks for looking at my project)
burning pile by mother mother all credits to mother mother :D hopefully this isnt ban worthy
