"The Criminal Kind" lyrics

You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks
Boy, you better look out or 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

'Cause you're the criminal kind, you're the criminal kind
Man, what you gonna do, now where you gonna hide?
They're calling 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 your mirror, hanging down from a chain
Give up little sister, this ain't gonna change

'Cause he's the criminal kind, the criminal kind
Man, what you gonna do, now you're running out of time
They're calling you a sickness, disease of the mind
Man, what you gonna 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 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 criminal life

Yeah, the criminal kind, the criminal kind
Now what you gonna do, where you gonna hide?
They're calling you a sickness, a sign of the times
Man, what you gonna do, you're the criminal kind