Chris Walla - The Perfect Crime #2 lyrics

Sing, muse, of the pa**ion of the pistol Sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle On a night so dark in the waning A dawn obscured by slate sky raining Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir A teenage lookout on the signal tower The mogul's daughter in hogtie The mogul fingers the wrong guy, all lies It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime The bagman's quaking at the fingers The hand-off glance a little lingers A well-dressed man in the crosshairs A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the Perfect crime It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the Perfect crime It was the 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 ba*tard It stinks of slumber and disaster Two words are spoken on the tap wire The agent's ploy finds a surefire backfire It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the Perfect crime It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime