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)
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-oh
All your woe bygones 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'll 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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Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
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)
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-oh
All your woe bygones 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'll 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
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
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Hey Alexa, Burning pile by mother mother
by Longjohn2000 March 18, 2021
all my troubles in a burning pile all lit up and i start to smile if i catch fire then ill change my aim
all my troubles at the world again it goes all my troubles....
all my troubles at the world again it goes all my troubles....
by wjhesnmkwiuehrbf February 22, 2021
An eco-friendly collection of urban bonfire items (including tree branches and cardboard) that lay in a pile on a big rock until Papa (the patriarch of the house) decides to ask you to move your cars so he can light a match.
by bjlowell October 5, 2009