This is a song about "Sarah and her remote control up your bungle hole"

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I got my heart and soul in remote control

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Sit back, kick your feet up, find a cat and pet her

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Some so evil try and watch us, use a peep hole

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

If life's just a game wheres the remote control,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I don't really give a fuck

And her soul flew down not up,