Decemberists - The Perfect Crime No.2 lyrics

Sing news with passion of the pistol

Sing news of the warning by the whistle

On a night so dark in the waning

A dawn obscured by slight sky raining, oh oh

Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir

A teenage lookout on the signal tower

The moguls daughter in hard time

The mogul figures a one guy, one guys

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 last of 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 pull 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