Mommy, mommy, mommy Look at your son You might have loved me But now I got a gun You better stay out of my 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 Got himself a good job Killing niggers and Mexicans I'll tell you one thing, 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 Down in them desert sands The Dicks won't catch The Dicks hates policemen, yes, 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 You might have loved me A gun You better stay out of my way I've had a bad day I've had a bad day Mommy, I've had a bad day Mommy, I've had a bad day Mommy