Atlantic City - The Hold Steady

　　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 its teeth

　　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

　　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

　　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