All My Style, All My Grace
All I Tried To Save My Face
All My Guts Try To SpillAll 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

Bah, Ba-ba-ba
Bah, Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba
Bah-bah, Bah-bah
Bah, Ba-ba-ba
Bah, Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba
Bah-bah, Bah-bah

Bah, Ba-ba-ba
Bah, Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba
Bah-bah, Bah-bah
Bah, Ba-ba-ba
Bah, Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba
Bah-bah, Bah-bah

Bah, Ba-ba-ba
Bah, Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba
Bah-bah, Bah-bah
Bah, Ba-ba-ba
Bah, Ba-ba-ba, Ba-ba
Bah-bah, Bah-bah