Tom Petty - The Criminal Kind Lyrics
You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looksBoy you better look out, youre gonna get hookedDont you ever feel guilty when you come up shortMan you better be careful, youre gonna get caughtcause youre the criminal kind, youre the criminal kindMan what you gonna do? where you gonna hide?Theyre callin you a sickness, disease of the mindMan what you go nna do? youre the criminal kindDont you ever get tired? dont you ever wanna quit?Yeah its been a long time, and you still dont fitDog tags on the mirror, hangin down from a chainGive up little sister, this aint gonna changecause youre the criminal kind, youre the criminal kindMan what you gonna do? where you gonna hide?Theyre callin you a sickness, disease of the mindMan what you gonna do? youre the criminal kindYeah, and that little girl you used to knowJust dont come around no moreNow she aint there to watch the doorShe dont wanna die in no liquor storeI hope they all made money, I hope they all get richYeah, I hope they give hell, to every son of a bitc hThat put a man on the carpetOr struck him out on the lineWhoever let him get a taste of the criminal lifecause youre the criminal kind, youre the criminal kindMan what you gonna do? where you gonna hide?Theyre calli n you a sickness, disease of the mindMan what you gonna do? youre the criminal kind
