Tekster: Faith No More. The Perfect Crime.

Girl listens to mom
So she lights a match and pretends to sleep
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Man drives nowhere
So he pressed the pedal, hit a few dogs
And felt good


Boy hears teacher's words
So he closed his eyes and stepped in front
of a train
Woo!


Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident


Revenge
Nobody forgets
Chop it into bits


The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.


I can hear your voice echo
O.K. I lied-it's really the voice
Of the guy who kicked your head in


Look in the mirror
It seems you're drinking, miniature
And soon enough your gone


Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident


Revenge
Nobody forgets
Chop it into bits


The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.


No one saw the perfect crime
I can't wait for the next time


The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.


You try to make the moment
Last you sold it right in half
You die and have a nice day


Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident