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