"Boys Don't Cry" lyrics

I killed a man to take the change in his pocket
Oh well, I guess he had it coming
I robbed a bank in New Orleans
And filled the pockets in my blue jeans
Oh well, had to buy my baby something
Just throw my emotions in a cage
And wonder why it turns to rage
Just rub some dirt on it if it starts to bleed
But tears are the one thing that we don't need

'Cause boys don't cry, they shoot nine millimeters
They fight their case and pray for misdemeanors
Yeah, boys don't cry, they shoot Glock 9s
And hide from police and run stop signs
And blow cigarette smoke into the sky
Oh my, boys don't cry
Oh my, boys don't cry

Well, my mama cried the day I went to prison
I begged the judge for peace but he wouldn't listen
I fight the case but I'd always lose
And it was too late to call all the troops
I was going down south to pay for my wicked ways
But you better not let a tear fall down your face

'Cause boys don't cry, they shoot nine millimeters
They fight their case and pray for misdemeanors
Yeah, boys don't cry, they shoot Glock 9s
And hide from police and run stop signs
And blow cigarette smoke into the sky
Oh my, boys don't cry
Oh my, boys don't cry

Whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah

I killed a man to take the change in his pocket
Oh well, I guess he had it coming
I robbed a bank in New Orleans
And filled the pockets in my blue jeans
Oh well, had to buy my baby something