JAZZ, GIN, MONEY & MURDER Come closer, darling... The door is locked. The glasses are full. And somebody here... is already dead. Midnight crawled through the window, Dressed in velvet, dressed in smoke, Trumpet cried like a dying angel, While the devil counted what he stole. Champagne pearls on a crooked table, Diamond flash beneath the light, Everybody came with a secret, Everybody vanished into the night. There's a whisper underneath the music, There's a tremor underneath the floor, Someone's lying through a ruby smile, Someone won't be walking out the door. Jazz, gin, money and murder, Four little sins in a room full of saints, Jazz, gin, money and murder, Everybody's innocent... until somebody ain't. Raise your glass, honey, Let the black notes swing, Tonight the devil's wearing diamonds, And death is dancing with the king. Cards were dealt by a trembling hand, A fortune disappeared in the smoke, The mayor laughed with the bootleggers, While the widow watched from the shadows alone. A lipstick stain on a silver tumbler, A pistol hidden under the chair, One empty seat at the head of the table, And nobody remembers who put it there. The saxophone screams through the silence, The piano knows but won't confess, Every sinner's got an alibi, Every saint is wearing someone else's dress. Jazz, gin, money and murder, Four little sins in a room full of saints, Jazz, gin, money and murder, Everybody's innocent... until somebody ain't. Raise your glass, honey, Let the black notes swing, Tonight the devil's wearing diamonds, And death is dancing with the king. When the clock strikes twelve, The dead don't stay quiet. When the candles burn blue, The shadows start a riot. Samhain's at the doorway, And the veil is growing thin, So tell me, sweetheart... Who invited death in? Then the lights went out for seven seconds, Seven heartbeats... nothing more. When they flickered back to life, There was blood across the floor. The fortune was gone. The gun was gone. The killer disappeared. But written in lipstick on the mirror: **“Darling... I've been here all year.”** Jazz, gin, money and murder, Let the whole damn speakeasy burn, Jazz, gin, money and murder, Everybody gets a lesson... Everybody gets a turn. Raise your glass, honey, Let the black notes swing, When the devil calls last orders, Don't ask what tomorrow brings. Jazz... Gin... Money... And murder. One more drink, darling? The night is young.
