The Perfect Crime #2

Sing, muse, of the passion 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 (slate sky raining, raining, 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 (all lies, all lies, all lies)

It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect

A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, 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 crosshairs (crosshairs, crosshairs, crosshairs)

A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs (upstairs, upstairs, 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, 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 I spoke on the tap wire

The agent's ploy finds a surefire backfire (backfire, backfire, backfire)

It was a perfect, perfect, a perfect, a perfect

A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, perfect crime

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, 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

Perfect, perfect, perfect, it's a perfect crime