Ed Harcourt - 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 busing in from out of 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 its teeth And everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got into debts that I could not pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus And everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty 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 And we're going out where the sand's turning to gold So put on your stockings, 'cause the night's getting cold Maybe everything dies, baby, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I've 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 Well, I'm tired of coming out on the losing end So, honey, last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City