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