All my style
All my grace
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
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh-oh, oh oh-uh
ohhh-oh
uh ohhh-oh
My mama, 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
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
All you woebegones be gone
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 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 and burn, and burn and burn
Bah, bup bup bah
Bah, bup bup bah
bup-bah bah bah, bah bah
(x6)