Mommy Mommy Mommy
Look at your son
You might have loved me
And now I've got a gun
You better stay out of the way
I think I've had a bad day
Had a bad day
I've had a bad day
Daddy Daddy Daddy
Proud of his son
He got him a good job
Killing niggers and Mexicans
I'll tell you something and it's true
You can't find justice it'll find you
Yeah It'll find you
Yeah It'll find you
People tell police men
They've met their match
They're standin on desert sand
The d***s were hatched
d***s hate policemen and it's true
You can't find justice it'll find you
Yeah it'll find you
Yeah it'll find you
Mommy Mommy
Look at your son
Maybe you once loved me
But now I've 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
