The Perfect Crime #2 (Junior Boys Remix)-The Decemberists

Sing muse, of the passion of the pistol Sing muse, of the warning by the whistle A night so dark in the waning A dawn obscured by the 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 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 spoke on the tap wire The agent's ploy finds a sure-fire 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