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 [bad word] 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
(?)
 [bad word] hate policemen and it's [bad word] 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