作词 : Tom Petty 作曲 : Tom Petty You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks And boy, you better look out or you're gonna get hooked Oh, 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? Oh, where you gonna hide? They're callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind Man, what you gonna do? You're the criminal kind Oh, don't you ever get tired? Oh, don't you ever wanna quit? No matter's been a long time and you still don't fit Dog tags on your mirror, hangin' down from a chain Give up, little sister, this ain't gonna change Now here's the criminal kind, the criminal kind Now, what you gonna do? Oh, you're running out of time Yeah, they're callin' 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 Then I hope they give hell to every son of a ***** Then put a man on the carpet or stuck him out on the line Whoever 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, sign of the time Now, what you gonna do? You're the criminal kind, oh Now, what you gonna do?
作词 : Tom Petty 作曲 : Tom Petty You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks And boy, you better look out or you're gonna get hooked Oh, 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? Oh, where you gonna hide? They're callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind Man, what you gonna do? You're the criminal kind Oh, don't you ever get tired? Oh, don't you ever wanna quit? No matter's been a long time and you still don't fit Dog tags on your mirror, hangin' down from a chain Give up, little sister, this ain't gonna change Now here's the criminal kind, the criminal kind Now, what you gonna do? Oh, you're running out of time Yeah, they're callin' 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 Then I hope they give hell to every son of a ***** Then put a man on the carpet or stuck him out on the line Whoever 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, sign of the time Now, what you gonna do? You're the criminal kind, oh Now, what you gonna do?
