歌词
Sing news with passion of the pistol
Sing news of the warning by the whistle
A night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slight sky raining
Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The Moguls daughter in hard time
The mogul fingers a one guy, one guy
It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, perfect crime
It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was the perfect crime
The bagman's quaking at the fingers
The hand-off glance a little lingers
A well-dressed man in the cross hairs
A shot ring's out from somewhere upstairs
It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, it's the perfect crime
It was the perfect crime
It was like a ticker-tape parade
When the plastic unsafe 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 pull finds a surefire backfire
It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, perfect crime
It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
Perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect
Perfect, perfect, perfect, the perfect crime
