Play That Jazz Music

Play that jazz music, and then play it some more.
For if I hear it next Tuesday night, then on that night, I will kill no more.
Do not try to find me; to do so means death.
For every Orleanian knows, to see the Axeman, is to take not one more breath.
Right now, I grow weary; I will speak to you no more.
Play that jazz music next Tuesday night, or I will knock down your front door.
Keep your axes hidden; I'll bring my own.
I'll cave your skull in, inside your very home.

Sincerely,
The Axeman