The Perfect Crime #2

歌詞

Sing, Muse, of the passion of the pistol Sing, Muse, of the warning by the whistle A night so dark in the waning A dawn obscured by a slate sky raining Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir A teenage lookout on the signal tower The mogul's daughter in hog-tie The mogul fingers the wrong guy, all right It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime It was a perfect crime The bagman's quaking at the fingers The hand-off, glance a little lingers A well-dressed man in the cross- hairs A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime It was a perfect crime It was like a ticker tape parade When the plastique on the safe was blown away And we all gazed from eye to eye As we mouthed our silent goodbyes The valley's sleeping like a bastard It stinks of slumber and disaster Two words are spoke on the tap wire The agent's ploy finds a surefire backfire It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime