Mommy, mommy, mommy
Look at your son
You mighta loved me
But now I got a gun
You better stay outta 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 his son
Got himself a good job
Killin' 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 met their match
Found them in dozen sound
But its only one batch
One and only the policemen And 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
(repeat 1st)
Mommy ive had a bad day,
Mommy ive had a bad day,
Mama!