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