Remote Control of your stinking family tree

Ain't no knight in shining armor gonna sweep your momma off her feet

Spends her life just squirting pups and turning tricks for me

The flick of my cigarette and your Mother's on her knees

On her knees

Turning tricks for me

Giving up the honey

Bringing me the money

Your cheap momma and her monkey and the kindness of my heart

Is all that keeps your family together in this white trash trailer park

Your wacked out momma she's a junkie, she's gotta have her stash

So she walks the street, sells her soul and brings me back the cash

She's so cheap

She'll always need me

You know I own you

We own the streets

Now you're starting to see just what you get

When your mother is a piece of shit

Now you're starting to see just what you get

When your mother is a piece of shit