Atlantic City lyrics

well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night blew up his house too down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight gonna see what these racket boys can do there's trouble bustin in from outta state and the d.a. can't get no relief gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of his teeth everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back put your make-up on, fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in atlantic city got a job and tried to put some money away but i got debts that no honest man can pay so i took what I had from the central trust and i got us two tickets on that coast city bus everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back put your make-up on, make your hair look pretty and meet me tonight in atlantic city and now our luck may have died and our love's gone cold but with you forever I'll stay we're going out tonight where the sand's turned to gold put on your stocking's girl, the night's getting cold everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back now, I been looking for a job, but it's hard to find down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line tired of comin out on the losin end last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a favor for him last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a favor for him last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a favor for him last night I met this guy last night I met this guy last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a favor for him everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back everything dies, that's a fact maybe everything that dies someday comes back everything dies, that's a fact