Tom petty and the heartbreakers the criminal king 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



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

Whatever let him get a taste of the crminal life



Reatp chorus