Stan Lynch - The Criminal Kind lyrics

[Verse 1] You got a criminal mind You got criminal looks Boy you better look out You're going to get hooked Don't you ever feel guilty When you come up short Man you better be careful You're going to get caught [Chorus] Cause you're the criminal kind You're the criminal kind Man what you going to do? Where you going to hide? They're calling you a sickness, disease of the mind Man what you going to do? You're the criminal kind [Verse 2] Don't you ever get tired? Don't you ever want to quit? Yeah it's been a long time, and you still don't fit Dog tags on the mirror, hanging down from a chain Give up little sister, this ain't going to change [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 want to die in no liquor store [Bridge] I hope they all made money, I hope they all get rich Yeah, I hope they give hell, to every son-of-a-b**h That put a man on the carpet Or stuck him out on the line Whatever let him get a taste of the criminal life [Chorus]