The Perfect Crime
Faith No More · Other Songs - Faith No More
So she lights a match and pretends to sleep
While everything burns
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
The Perfect Crime
Faith No More's 'The Perfect Crime' stands as a defining track from their 1992 album, Angel Dust. Released during a period of significant stylistic evolution for the band, the song showcases their signature blend of alternative metal, funk, and experimental rock. The recording features the group's dynamic interplay between heavy guitar riffs and intricate rhythmic patterns, capturing the eclectic energy that characterized their mid-nineties output. As part of a critically acclaimed album that helped solidify their status in the alternative rock landscape, the track exemplifies the band's willingness to push boundaries. It remains a staple in their live performances and a key song in their discography, reflecting the creative peak of the era when they were redefining their sound for a new generation of listeners.