1981
4:00
Official Music Video
The Criminal Kind by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Lyrics & Translation
English
You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks
Boy, you better look out or 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
'Cause you're the criminal kind, you're the criminal kind
Man, what you gonna do, now where you gonna hide?
They're calling 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 your mirror, hanging down from a chain
Give up little sister, this ain't gonna change
'Cause he's the criminal kind, the criminal kind
Man, what you gonna do, now you're running out of time
They're calling 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
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
Whatever let him get a taste of the criminal life
Yeah, the criminal kind, the criminal kind
Now what you gonna do, where you gonna hide?
They're calling you a sickness, a sign of the times
Man, what you gonna do, you're the criminal kind
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of The Criminal Kind by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
The Criminal Kind* (original Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers)
You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks
Boy, you better look out or 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
'Cause you're the criminal kind, you're the criminal kind
Man, what you gonna do, now where you gonna hide?
They're calling 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 your mirror, hanging down from a chain
Give up little sister, this ain't gonna change
'Cause he's the criminal kind, the criminal kind
Man, what you gonna do, now you're running out of time
They're calling 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
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
Whatever let him get a taste of the criminal life
Yeah, the criminal kind, the criminal kind
Now what you gonna do, where you gonna hide?
They're calling you a sickness, a sign of the times
Man, what you gonna do, you're the criminal kind
The Criminal Kind (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Tienes una mente criminal, tienes un aspecto criminal
Chico, mejor ten cuidado o te vas a enganchar
¿Nunca te sientes culpable cuando te quedas corto?
Hombre, mejor ten cuidado, te van a atrapar
Porque eres de la calaña criminal, eres de la calaña criminal
Hombre, ¿qué vas a hacer, ahora dónde te vas a esconder?
Te llaman una enfermedad, enfermedad de la mente
Hombre, ¿qué vas a hacer, eres de la calaña criminal?
¿Nunca te cansas, nunca quieres rendirte?
Sí, ha pasado mucho tiempo y todavía no encajas
Placas de identificación en tu espejo, colgando de una cadena
Ríndete, hermanita, esto no va a cambiar
Porque él es de la calaña criminal, la calaña criminal
Hombre, ¿qué vas a hacer, ahora se te acaba el tiempo?
Te llaman una enfermedad, enfermedad de la mente
Hombre, ¿qué vas a hacer, eres de la calaña criminal?
Sí, y esa niña que solías conocer
Simplemente ya no viene por aquí
Ahora ella no está para vigilar la puerta
Ella no quiere morir en ninguna licorería
Espero que todos hayan ganado dinero, espero que todos se hagan ricos
Sí, espero que le den un infierno a cada hijo de puta
Que puso a un hombre en la alfombra o lo dejó en la cuerda floja
Lo que sea que le permitió probar la vida criminal
Sí, la calaña criminal, la calaña criminal
Ahora, ¿qué vas a hacer, dónde te vas a esconder?
Te llaman una enfermedad, una señal de los tiempos
Hombre, ¿qué vas a hacer, eres de la calaña criminal?
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