Hate The Police_________________*Mudhoney*

Hate The Police
Mudhoney

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

Death Valley '69

Groooooahhh! Coming down Sadie, i love it now now now death valley '69
you're right you're right you're right you're right you're right you were right
i was on the wrong track we're deep in the valley
how deep in the gulley
and now in the canyon and now in the canyon out in the yonder way out in the yonder
she started to holler she started to holler i didn't wanna i didn't wanna i didn't wanna i didn't wanna
but she started to holler so i had to hit it hit it hit it hit it
deep in the valley in the trunk of an old car in the back of a chevvy
i got sand in my mouth you got sand in your mouth and you got sun in your eyes
i got sun in your eyes blind blinded and you wanted to get there
but i couldn't go faster i wanted to get there but you couldn't go faster
so i started to hit it you couldn't go faster
so i started to hit it i started to hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it
coming down Sadie, i love it now now now
death valley '69 death valley '69 death valley '69 death valley '69
ieieieioooooaoaoaieeih!

I Have Never Felt Such Frustration
Or Lack Of Self Control
I Want You To Kill Me
And Dig Me Under, I Wanna Live No More

One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be
I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is
Wrong For Me, For Me

I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol
In My Mouth, On My Tongue
I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls
And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me

You, You Are So Special
You Have The Talent To
Make Me Feel Like Dirt
And You, You Use Your
Talent To Dig Me Under
And Cover Me With Dirt