Dicks Hate the Police

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 He got him a good job Killing niggers and Mexicans I'll tell you something, and 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 The Dicks were hatched Dicks hates policemen, and 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 Maybe you once loved me But now I got a gun You better stay out of my way Hey, 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, I've had a bad day