Tom PettyThe Criminal Kind

By Tom Petty You got a criminal mind You got criminal looks Boy you better look out You're gonna get hooked Don't you ever feel guilty When you come up short Man you better be careful You're gonna get caught Chorus 'Cause you're the criminal kind, you're the criminal kind Man what you gonna do? Where you gonna hide? They're callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind Man what you gonna do? You're the criminal kind Don't you ever get tired? Don't you ever wanna quit? Yeah it's been a long time, and you still don't fit Dog tags on the mirror, hangin' down from a chain Give up little sister, this ain't gonna change (Repeat Chorus) Yeah, and that little girl you used to know Just don't come around no more Now she ain't there to watch the door She don't wanna die in no liquor store I hope they all made money, I hope they all get rich Yeah, I hope they give hell, to every son-of-a-bitch That put a man on the carpet Or stuck him out on the line Whoever let him get a taste of the criminal life © 2014