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-bitch   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)