The Criminal Kind

	作曲 : Petty
	You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks
	And boy, you better look out or you're gonna get hooked
	Oh, 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?
	Oh, where you gonna hide?
	They're callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind
	Man, what you gonna do?
	You're the criminal kind
	Oh, don't you ever get tired?
	Oh, don't you ever wanna quit?
	No matter's been a long time and you still don't fit
	Dog tags on your mirror, hangin' down from a chain
	Give up, little sister, this ain't gonna change
	Now here's the criminal kind, the criminal kind
	Now, what you gonna do?
	Oh, you're running out of time
	Yeah, they're callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind
	Man, what you gonna do?
	You're the criminal kind
	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
	Then I hope they give hell to every son of a bitch
	Then put a man on the carpet or stuck him out on the line
	Whoever 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, sign of the time
	Now, what you gonna do?
	You're the criminal kind, oh
	Now, what you gonna do?

	zuò qǔ : Petty
	You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks
	And boy, you better look out or you' re gonna get hooked
	Oh, 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?
	Oh, where you gonna hide?
	They' re callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind
	Man, what you gonna do?
	You' re the criminal kind
	Oh, don' t you ever get tired?
	Oh, don' t you ever wanna quit?
	No matter' s been a long time and you still don' t fit
	Dog tags on your mirror, hangin' down from a chain
	Give up, little sister, this ain' t gonna change
	Now here' s the criminal kind, the criminal kind
	Now, what you gonna do?
	Oh, you' re running out of time
	Yeah, they' re callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind
	Man, what you gonna do?
	You' re the criminal kind
	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
	Then I hope they give hell to every son of a bitch
	Then put a man on the carpet or stuck him out on the line
	Whoever 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, sign of the time
	Now, what you gonna do?
	You' re the criminal kind, oh
	Now, what you gonna do?