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