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The Criminal Kind
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Date Added: 2004-12-21 12:23:59

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
'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 go nna 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
'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
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 bitc h
that put a man on the carpet
or struck him out on the line
whoever let him get a taste of the criminal life
'cause you're the criminal kind, you're the criminal kind
man what you gonna do? where you gonna hide?
they're calli n' you a sickness, disease of the mind
man what you gonna do? you're the criminal kind


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