Paroles de Your Mother

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