The Perfect Crime #2

INTRO: VERSE 1: 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 a slate sky raining VERSE 2: Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir A teenage lookout on the signal tower The mogul's daughter in hogties The mogul fingers the wrong guy 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 the perfect crime VERSE 3: The bagman's quaking in the fingers The hand off lends a little lingers A well dressed man in the cross hairs 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 the perfect crime BRIDGE: It was like a ticker-tape parade When the plastique on the safe was blown away We all gazed from eye to eye As we mouthed our silent good-byes VERSE 4: The valley sleeping with the bastard It stinks of slumber and disaster Two words I spoke on the tap-wire The agent's ploy was 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 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 A perfect a perfect a perfect a perfect crime