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
Out in the sun
You've got a good job
You're bigger than Mexicans
I'll tell you something and it's true
You can't find justice, it'll find you
Ya It'll find you
Ya It'll find you
People tell police men,
They've met their match
They're fighting on desert sand
(?)
Dicks hate policemen and it's true
You won't find justice it'll find you
It'll find you
Ya 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
Had a bad day
Mommy, I've had a bad day