[05:30.00]Sing muse, of the passion of the pistol
[05:30.00]Sing muse, of the warning by the whistle
[05:30.00]
[05:30.00]A night so dark in the waning
[05:30.00]A dawn obscured by the slate sky raining, oh oh
[05:30.00]Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
[05:30.00]A teenage lookout on the signal tower
[05:30.00]The mogul's daughter in hog-tie
[05:30.00]The mogul fingers the wrong guy, all right
[05:30.00]
[05:30.00]It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
[05:30.00]It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
[05:30.00]The bagman's quaking at the fingers
[05:30.00]The hand-off glance a little lingers
[05:30.00]A well-dressed man in the crosshairs
[05:30.00]A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs
[05:30.00]It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
[05:30.00]It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
[05:30.00]It was the perfect crime
[05:30.00]It was like a ticker-tape parade
[05:30.00]When the plastique on the safe was blown away
[05:30.00]And we all gazed from eye to eye
[05:30.00]As we mouthed our silent goodbyes
[05:30.00]The valley's sleeping like a bastard
[05:30.00]It stinks of slumber and disaster
[05:30.00]
[05:30.00]Two words are spoke on the tap wire
[05:30.00]The agent's ploy finds a sure-fire backfire
[05:30.00]It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
[05:30.00]It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime