Automatic 7 - Atlantic City lyrics

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now, they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble fussing in from out of state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble down on the promenade And the gambling commissions hanging on By the skin of its teeth now, baby Everything dies baby, 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 Well, I got myself a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Rogue City bus now, baby Everything dies baby, 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 Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold But with you I'll forever stay We're going out where the sands turning to gold So put your stockings on baby, 'cause the nights getting colder Everything dies, honey that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Well, I've been looking for a job but it's been hard to find Out here there's winners and losers Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line I'm tired of coming out on this losing end So last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do A little favor for him now, baby Everything dies baby, 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 Atlantic City