Tom Petty, The Heartbreakers - The Criminal Kind lyrics

You got a criminal mind
You got criminal looks
Boy, you better look out or
You're going to get hooked
Don't you ever feel guilty when
You come up short?
Man you better be careful
You're going to get caught

'Cause you're the criminal kind
You're the criminal kind
Man, what you going to do
Now where you going to hide?
They're calling you a sickness
Disease of the mind
Man, what you going to 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 your mirror
Hanging down from a chain
Give up little sister
This ain't going to change

'Cause he's the criminal kind
The criminal kind man, what you going to do
Now you're running out of time
They're calling you a sickness
Disease of the mind
Man, what you going to do
You're the criminal kind

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 want to 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
Whatever let him get a taste
Of the criminal life

Yeah, the criminal kind, the criminal kind
Now what you going to do
Where you going to hide?
They're calling you a sickness
A sign of the times
Man, what you going to do
You're the criminal kind