Album: Mtv Plugged

Atlantic City

Well they blew up the chicken man in
Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin'
Ready for a fight gonna see what them
Racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta
State and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the
Promenade and the gamblin'
Commissions hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

CHORUS

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got in too deep and 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

CHORUS

Now our luck may have died and our love
May be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to
Gold so put on your stockin's cause the
Nights gettin' cold and maybe everything dies

That's a fact but maybe everything that
Dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin' 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 comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and 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

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City