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   Mudhoney won't catch   Mudhoney 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