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