Lyric The Criminal Kind

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

(Repeat Chorus)