Gentry Bronson
BOOTLEGGERS
By: Gentry Bronson
Catalog ID: 422385   Duration: 4:15   Tempo: Very Fast   BPM: 200   Vocal: Male Vocals
Genre: Jazz Music | Dramatic Jazz
Social Media Link: http://www.audiosparx.com/sa/archive/Jazz/Dramatic-Jazz/Bootleggers/422385
Tim Burton or Danny Elfman stle vaudeville, speakeasy, cabaret, circus-infused, uptempo, gothic swing song driven by dark male vocals, swirling saxophone, nearly-off-the-tracks piano, drums and bass, and a demented violin perfect for horror, thriller, dark comedy, animation or offbeat Indie.   Keywords: Running Hole Mouse Bootlegging 1920's 1930's Alcohol Booze Politics Gangsters Criminal Police Roadside Mountain Hotel Cats Guns Speed Flags High Sin Banshee



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Lyrics:
Running to a hole like a bootlegging mouse
In a roadside mountain hotel
The cats in the corner got the guns and the speed
But they’re too young to know how to sell

Flags are flying high in the Eastern sky
Where the roads are all covered in sin
Now I'm yelling at you like a banshee
With blood all over my shins

The only way to live is to love again
Or just burn out in love’s flame
Music and words will kill me
Or save me once again

Spending money like a rich kid
Drinking like a camel's hump
Loving you like a dead man
Or a writer stuck in a slump

Well I wrote this song on the back of a bag
That once held a bottle of gin
Now you gamble somewhere between heaven and hell
Waiting to cash it all in

The only way to live is to love again
Or just burn out in love’s flame
Music and words will kill me
Or save me once again

Now I can’t stand up
And baby you won’t sit down
And everything about you
Is turned up way too loud

Come on and dance like the devil is the leader of a country 
that is ruled by the wealthy few
And the armies of the angels got their rifles pointed at you
and they're coming down to show you the truth

Are you tired of all the politics
or just blind to all the lunatics?
Mice are small when you they live in a hole
But they're huge when they live in a hall

The only way to live is to love again
Or just burn out in love’s flame
Music and words will kill me
Or save me once again
Music and words will kill me
Or save me once again
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