[Verse 1]
Mama, mama, mama
Look at your son
You used to love me
But now I’ve got a gun
You better stay out of my way
I think I’ve had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
[Verse 2]
Papa, papa, papa
Look at your son
I got me a good job
Killing blacks and Mexicans
I’ll tell you something and it’s true
You can’t find justice, it’ll find you
Oh, it'll find you
[Verse 3]
Well, people tell policemen
They’ve met their match
Out in those Rust Belt fields
Croy was hatched
Croy hates policemen and it’s true
You can’t find justice, it’ll find you
Oh, it'll find you
[Verse 4]
Mama, mama, mama
Look at your son
You used to love me
But now I’ve got a gun
You better stay out of my way
Cuz I think I’ve had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
[Outro]
I’ve had a bad day
I’vе had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
I’vе had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day