Interpret:

Tom Petty

Album:

Hard promises

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 bitch
 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?