文本歌词

The Criminal Kind - Tom Petty
Written by：Tom Petty
You got a criminal mind
You got criminal looks
Boy you better look out
Or you're gonna get hooked
But don't you ever feel guilty
When you come up short
Man you better be careful
You're gonna get caught
'Cause you're the criminal kind
You're the criminal kind
Man what you gonna do
Where we 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
Man 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
Now he's the criminal kind
The criminal kind
Now what you gonna do
Man you're runnin' out time
They're callin' you a sickness
Disease of the mind
Man what you gonna do
You're the criminal kind
Yeah 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
Oh they all made money
Oh they all get rich
Man I hope they give hell
To every son of a b*tch
That put a man on the carpet
Or stuck him out on the line
Whatever let him get a taste
Of the criminal life
You're the criminal kind
The criminal kind
Now what you gonna do
Where you gonna hide
They're callin' you a sickness
Sayin' on a child
Man what you gonna do
You're the criminal kind
Oh
Now what you gonna do