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)