Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City Lyrics
Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last nightNow, they blew up his house, tooDown on the boardwalk theyre gettin ready for a fightGonna see what them racket boys can doNow, theres trouble bustin in from outta stateAnd the d.a. cant get no reliefGonna be a rumble out on the promenadeAnd the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teethWell now, evrything dies, baby, thats a factBut maybe evrything that dies someday comes backPut your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in atlantic cityWell, I got a job and tried to put my money awayBut I got debts that no honest man can paySo I drew what I had from the central trustAnd I bought us two tickets on that coast city busNow, baby, evrything dies, honey, thats a fact...Now our luck may have died and our love may be coldBut with you forever Ill stayWere goin out where the sands turnin to goldPut on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting coldAnd maybe evrything dies, baby, thats a factBut maybe evrything that dies someday comes backNow, I been lookin for a job, but its hard to findDown here its just winners and losers and dontGet caught on the wrong side of that lineWell, Im tired of comin out on the losin endSo, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonnaDo a little favor for himWell, I guess everything dies, baby, thats a fact...
