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