Текст песни Tom Petty - The Criminal Kind
Tom Petty - The Criminal Kind слова песни
You got a criminal mindYou got criminal looksBoy you better look outYou`re gonna get hookedDon`t you ever feel guiltyWhen you come up shortMan you better be carefulYou`re gonna get caughtChorus`Cause you`re the criminal kind, you`re the criminal kindMan what you gonna do? Where you gonna hide? They`re callin` you a sickness, disease of the mindMan what you gonna do? You`re the criminal kindDon`t you ever get tired? Don`t you ever wanna quit?Yeah it`s been a long time, and you still don`t fitDog tags on the mirror, hangin` down from a chainGive up little sister, this ain`t gonna change(Repeat Chorus) Yeah, and that little girl you used to knowJust don`t come around no moreNow she ain`t there to watch the doorShe don`t wanna die in no liquor storeI hope they all made money, I hope they all get richYeah, I hope they give hell, to every son-of-a-bitchThat put a man on the carpetOr stuck him out on the lineWhoever let him get a taste of the criminal life(Repeat Chorus)