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The Perfect Crime #2 lyrics
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
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
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 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 spoken on the 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
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on The Crane Wife
- 4 O Valencia!
- 6 When The War Came
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- Track 1 on The Perfect Crime #2
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- Track 1 on The Perfect Crime #2 (album demo)
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- Track 2 on Connect Sets
- 1 O Valencia!
- 3 The Crane Wife 1 & 2
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