Scene of the Crime

Just got another call from down at the station
They found lucky victim number 7
City of sin in the city of angels
Without a heaven

(Sunday sun is running away)

High up in the hills surrounded by stars
Her latest masterpiece she made out of glass
City of sin in the city of angels
In the trunk of her car

Oh no, temptation is running wild
But I know that someday you'll be mine
When you return to the scene of the crime

Satan took her mind and held it for ransom
Dad was short of cash but brutally handsome
Then she discovered that killing was her passion.

Oh no, temptation is running wild
But I know that someday you'll be mine
When you return to the scene of the crime

We traced a call from Collexico
She said she wants to meet your wife and kids (Oh no)
They're away on holiday
In San Felez bay in Mexico

Oh no, temptation's reconciled
There she goes, she's taking her own guide
Now I know she's left us with a smile
When she returned to the scene of the crime