歌词
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
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 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 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 and burn and burn
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