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