Mommy, mommy, mommy Look at your son You might have loved me But now I got a gun You better stay out of the way I think I've had a bad day I've had a bad day I've had a bad day
Daddy, daddy, daddy Proud of your son He got him a good job Kill niggers and Mexicans I'll tell you something, it's true You can't find justice, it'll find you It'll find you It'll find you
People tell policemen They've met their match They've planted on desert sand The dicks were hatched Dicks hate policemen, and it's true You can't find justice, it'll find you It'll find you It'll find you It'll find you
Mommy, mommy Look at your son Maybe you once loved me But now i got a gun You better stay out of my way Hey, I've had a bad day I've had a bad day Mommy, I've had a bad day Oh, I've had a bad day Mommy, I've had a bad day
