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Swing, Death & Taxes

1930s big band swing jazz, upbeat medium-tempo swing, 1920s-1930s style, Cab Calloway-inspired energetic vocals, playful cynical sassy male singer, hot jazz brass section with trumpets and trombones, walking upright bass, brush drums, clarinet and piano accents, swinging rhythm, syncopated horn riffs, vintage warm recording, lively danceable feel, dark humorous lyrics about vampires as leeches and thieves, big band energy, finger-snapping groove. Made with SUNO AI. Lyrics [Intro] Hey now, listen close, you hep cats and kittens, There’s a shadow in the ballroom, slick as sin— They glide through the night in their velvet and satin, Takin’ ev’rything you got, never tossin’ a fin! [Verse 1] They come in the moonlight, dapper and fine, White collars glowin’, teeth shinin’ like wine. They whisper sweet nothins, make your heart skip a beat, But when the dawn creeps in, you’re flat on your feet. They sip from your vein while you’re dreamin’ of gold, Leave you pale and broke in the morning so cold. No IOU, no thank-you-ma’am, Just a empty pocket and a bite on your hand! [Pre-Chorus] Oh, they never pay taxes, they never pay rent, They live on your labor, one hundred percent. Like robbers in tuxedos, they steal with a grin, Drain you to nothin’, then do it again! [Chorus] Swing, death, and taxes—ain’t that the game? They take your last nickel, they take your last flame! Vampires in evening wear, leeches in silk, They bite and they borrow, but they never give milk! Swing it high, swing it low, but watch your throat, ’Cause these bloodsuckin’ daddies gonna get your last note! Swing, death, and taxes—pay up or you’re through, They’ll dance on your grave while they’re drinkin’ from you! [Instrumental] [Verse 2] They own all the castles, they own all the deeds, Live forever on your sweat and your needs. You work for your supper, you slave for your pay, They laugh in the shadows and take it away. No mirror reflection, no heart in their chest, Just a hunger for more, never takin’ a rest. They promise you heaven, deliver you hell, Then vanish at sunrise with the ringin’ of bells! [Pre-Chorus] Oh, they dodge every law, they cheat every toll, They feast on your future, they swallow you whole. Like thieves in the temple, they rob with a smile, Leave you countin’ your losses for many a mile! [Chorus] Swing, death, and taxes—ain’t that the game? They take your last nickel, they take your last flame! Vampires in evening wear, leeches in silk, They bite and they borrow, but they never give milk! Swing it high, swing it low, but watch your throat, ’Cause these bloodsuckin’ daddies gonna get your last note! Swing, death, and taxes—pay up or you’re through, They’ll dance on your grave while they’re drinkin’ from you! [Instrumental] [Bridge] Now some call ’em monsters, some call ’em kings, But I call ’em crooks in expensive things. They never create, they only consume, Turn joy into dust in a four-four tomb. So lock up your wallet, and guard your neck tight, ’Cause the night’s full of dancers who live off your light… [Outro] Swing, death, and taxes… (They never give back!) Swing, death, and taxes… (Just take, take, take!) Swing, death, and taxes— Hey mister, better watch your back! [big final chord] ’Cause the band keeps playin’… but the bill’s comin’ due!