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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly lastNight now they blew up his house tooDown on the boardwalk they're gettin' readyFor a fight gonna see what them racket boys can doNow there's trouble busin' in from outta stateAnd the D.A. can't get no reliefGonna be a rumble out on the promenade andThe gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth[Chorus]Everything dies baby that's a factBut maybe everything that dies someday comes backPut your makeup on fix your hair up pretty andMeet me tonight in Atlantic CityWell I got a job and tried to put my money awayBut I got in too deep and I could not paySo I drew what I had from the Central TrustAnd I bough us two tickets on that Coast City bus[Chorus]Now our luck may have died and out love mayBe cold but with you forever I'll stayWe're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to goldLetras de cancionesSo put on your stockin's 'cause the night's getting' cold and maybe everything diesThat's a fact but maybe everything that diesSomeday comes backNow I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to findDown here it's just winners and losers andDon't get caught on the wrong side of that lineWell I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' endSo honey last night I met this guy and I'mGonna do a little favor for himWell I guess everything dies baby that's a factBut maybe everything that dies somedayComes backPut your makeup on fix your hair up pretty andMeet me tonight in Atlantic City From Letras Mania