The Decemberists - The Perfect Crime #2 - Sözleri

Sing Muse with passion of the pistol

Sing Muse of the warning by the whistle

On a night so dark in the waning

A dawn obscured by slight 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 figures the wrong guy, all right



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 gaze from eye to eye

As we mouth our silent goodbyes



The valley's sleeping like a bastard

It stinks of slumber and disaster

Two words are spoken with 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



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