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


Chorus
'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


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

(Repeat Chorus)


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-(*##$
That put a man on the carpet
Or stuck him out on the line

Whoever let him get a taste of the criminal life

(Repeat Chorus)