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The Perfect Crime 2 - The Decemberists

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 the slate sky raining oh oh

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 the 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 the perfect crime 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 the perfect crime

It was a perfect the 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 bastard

It stinks of slumber and disaster

Two words are spoke on the tap wire

The agent's ploy finds a sure-fire 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

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