Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City lyrics

Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night<br>Now, they blew up his house, too<br>Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight<br>Gonna see what them racket boys can do<br><br>Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state<br>And the d.a. can't get no relief<br>Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade<br>And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth<br><br>Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact<br>But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back<br>Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty<br>And meet me tonight in atlantic city<br><br>Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away<br>But I got debts that no honest man can pay<br>So I drew what I had from the central trust<br>And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus<br><br>Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact...<br><br>Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold<br>But with you forever I'll stay<br>We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold<br>Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold<br>And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact<br>But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back<br><br>Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find<br>Down here it's just winners and losers and don't<br>Get caught on the wrong side of that line<br>Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end<br>So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna<br>Do a little favor for him<br><br>Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...