Come dressed in black, come dressed in gold, Come dressed like secrets never told, The champagne breathes, the phonographs sigh, And somebody's laughing who soon will die. At Glittersby's door the night wears pearls, Flappers spin like raven girls, Gangsters grin with diamond teeth, While something underneath the floorboards breathes. The candles lean when nobody moves, The piano plays its wicked blues, And somewhere beyond the garden gate, The dead are gathering to celebrate. So raise your glass, darling, don't look down, There's blood beneath this velvet town. The veil grows thin, the clock strikes twelve And every sinner has something to sell. **Jazz, gin, money and murder,** Love dressed up like a thief, Gold in the pocket, knife in the heart, Nobody here is innocent. **Jazz, gin, money and murder,** Dance while the dead draw near, Samhain's calling across the veil And somebody won't leave here. Jay Glittersby smiles from his throne, A mansion full of secrets, but never alone. Shay wears respectability badly, Goldie wants diamonds and loves them madly. Imotta's got a racket and a champion's grin, Mimi's got a spotlight she refuses to dim, Jigg's in the mirror rehearsing his pose, While Avery tickles the ivories slow. Every little darling has something to hide, Every pretty promise has murder inside. A kiss can be currency, jealousy gold, And the truth gets cheaper the more it's been sold. So pour another, sweetheart, pour it neat, Let the devil tap his polished feet. The music swells, the curtains part There's always room for one more broken heart. **Jazz, gin, money and murder,** Love dressed up like a thief, Gold in the pocket, knife in the heart, Nobody here is innocent. **Jazz, gin, money and murder,** Dance while the dead draw near, Samhain's calling across the veil And somebody won't leave here. Then— The trumpet stops. The piano dies. A glass falls softly from somebody's hand. And for one beautiful second... Nobody breathes. Then the screaming starts. Someone locks the door. Someone checks the body. Someone cries. Someone lies. And someone... **smiles.** Now every face becomes a mask, Every question becomes a dangerous task. Who hated him enough to kill? Who wanted fortune? Who wanted still The lover denies. The gangster swears. The movie star collapses in theatrical tears. The servant knows more than the servant should, And the piano keeps playing because somebody could. Outside, October scratches the pane, The moon hangs low like a silver stain. The veil is open, the night is young, And the dead have heard every word we've sung. Maybe it was greed. Maybe it was lust. Maybe revenge. Maybe betrayal. Maybe the murderer is sitting beside you. Maybe they've already touched your glass. Maybe— **they're reading this song.** **Jazz, gin, money and murder,** Let the old phonograph spin, Raise your glass to the beautiful damned And welcome the devil in. **Jazz, gin, money and murder,** Let the dead have their say, For on Samhain night the veil grows thin... And **somebody's going to stay.** So dance, little darling. Dance while you can. The candles are burning. The clock understands. At Glittersby's mansion, the champagne runs red And before the night is over... **Someone will be dead.** *The party begins.* *The murder is waiting.*
