(Composição: Colin Meloy) 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, 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 fingers the wrong guy, all right 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 crosshairs A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime (2x) 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 sure-fire backfire It was the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime (2x)
