paroles de chanson Burning Pile (Slowed Down) - 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
(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 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'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