The Criminal Kind (Album Version)
Tom Petty & The Heart Breakers"The Criminal Kind (Album Version)" é uma música de Tom Petty & The Heart Breakers, 1981, Pop. A música tem 3:31 de duração, 56 lines / 274 words.
Letra
0:00The Criminal Kind - Tom Petty (汤姆·佩蒂)
0:13You got a criminal mind
0:15You got criminal looks
0:18Boy you better look out
0:21Or you're gonna get hooked
0:24But don't you ever feel guilty
0:27When you come up short
0:29Man you better be careful
0:32You're gonna get caught
0:35'Cause you're the criminal kind
0:37You're the criminal kind
0:40Man what you gonna do
0:43Where we gonna hide
0:46They're callin' you a sickness
0:49Disease of the mind
0:51Man what you gonna do
0:54You're the criminal kind
1:05Don't you ever get tired
1:08Don't you ever want to quit
1:11Man it's been a long time
1:13And you still don't fit
1:16Dog tags on the mirror
1:19Hangin' down from a chain
1:22Give up little sister
1:24This ain't gonna change
1:27Now he's the criminal kind
1:30The criminal kind
1:32Now what you gonna do
1:35Man you're runnin' out time
1:38They're callin' you a sickness
1:41Disease of the mind
1:44Man what you gonna do
1:46You're the criminal kind
1:52Yeah that little girl
1:54You used to know
1:56Just don't come around no more
1:58Now she ain't there to watch the door
2:01She don't wanna die in no liquor store
2:38Oh they all made money
2:41Oh they all get rich
2:44Man I hope they give hell
2:47To every son of a b*tch
2:49That put a man on the carpet
2:52Or stuck him out on the line
2:55Whatever let him get a taste
2:58Of the criminal life
3:00You're the criminal kind
3:03The criminal kind
3:06Now what you gonna do
3:09Where you gonna hide
3:11They're callin' you a sickness
3:14Sayin' on a child
3:17Man what you gonna do
3:20You're the criminal kind
3:25Oh
3:31Now what you gonna do
The Criminal Kind - Tom Petty (汤姆·佩蒂) You got a criminal mind You got criminal looks Boy you better look out Or you're gonna get hooked But 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 we 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 want to quit Man 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 Now he's the criminal kind The criminal kind Now what you gonna do Man you're runnin' out time They're callin' you a sickness Disease of the mind Man what you gonna do You're the criminal kind Yeah 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 Oh they all made money Oh they all get rich Man I hope they give hell To every son of a b*tch That put a man on the carpet Or stuck him out on the line Whatever let him get a taste Of the criminal life You're the criminal kind The criminal kind Now what you gonna do Where you gonna hide They're callin' you a sickness Sayin' on a child Man what you gonna do You're the criminal kind Oh Now what you gonna do
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