Atlantic City

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly Last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth Everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and I put my money away But I got the kinda debts that no honest man can pay So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold So put your stockings on, cause it might get cold Everything dies, baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find There's winners and there's losers, and I'm south of the line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end But I talked to a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him Everything dies, baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City