Mother Mother - Burning pile

^BbAll my style, all my grace All I tried to save my face ^GmAll my guts, try to spill

^BbAll my money been a long time spent On my drugs, on my rent ^GmOn my saving philosophy

It goes,^F all my troubles on a ^Eburning pile ^BbAll lit up and I ^Fstart to smile If I^E catch fire then I'll ^Bbchange my aim ^FThrow my troubles at the ^Epearly gates

^BbOhh... Oh oh-oh, oh oh oh-^Gmoh oh

^BbMy momma, lonely maid Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid ^GmMy papa, renaissance man Sailed away and he never came back ag^Bbain^{Am Gm F Bb Am Gm Gb}

^FAll my troubles on a ^Eburning pile ^BbAll lit up and I ^Fstart to smile If I^E catch fire then I'll ^Bbchange my aim ^FThrow my troubles at the ^Epearly gates

^GmAhhh, ^Cahhh ^FAll your ^Ebwoe be^Dgones be gone I said ^Gmall your troubles, ^Cyou don't need a thing

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