The Decemberists The Perfect Crime #2 Lyrics

Sing muse with passion of the pistol
Sing muse of the warning by the whistle
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 hog-tie
The mogul fingers the wrong guy, alright

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 crime
It was a perfect crime

The bagmans 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, 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 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 gaze from eye to eye
As we mouthed our silent goodbyes

The valleys sleeping like a b______
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, 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 crime
It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect,
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime

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