Mommy, mommy, mommy
Look at your son
You might have loved me
But now I've got a gun
You'd 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's got him a good job
k** n******gs 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 policemen
They've met their match
They planted on desert sand
The Dicks were hatched
Dicks 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'd 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