Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers - The Criminal Kind lyrics

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 want to 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 {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-b**h That put a man on the carpet Or stuck him out on the line Whatever, let him get a taste Of the criminal life {Chorus}