Jamie T - Atlantic City Lyrics
Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last nightNow, they blew up his house, tooDown on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fightGonna see what them racket boys can doNow, there's trouble bustin in from outta stateAnd the d.a. can't 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, that's 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, baby, that's a factBut maybe evrything that dies someday comes backPut your makeup on, fix your hair up prettyAnd meet me tonight in atlantic cityNow our luck may have died and our love may be coldBut with you forever I'll stayWere goin out where the sands turnin to goldPut on your stockins baby, 'cause the nights getting coldAnd maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a factBut maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
