paroles de chanson Burning Pile - Live Sessions - Mother Mother
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
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-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
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,
ba-ba
Bah,
ba-ba-ba
Bah,
ba-ba-ba,
ba-ba,
ba-ba
Bah,
ba-ba-ba
Bah,
ba-ba-ba
Bah,
ba-ba-ba
Bah,
ba-ba-ba
Bah,
ba-ba-ba,
ba
Ooh-ooh-ooh
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