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 a slate-sky raining

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

(Chorus:)
It was the perfect, prefect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, 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 upstaits

Chorus

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 out silent goodbyes

The valley's sleeping like a b______
It stinks of slumbering disaster
Two words are spoke on the tap-wire
The agents' ploy finds a sure-fire backfire

Chorus

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