Jason Ingriselli Atlantic City Lyrics

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
And 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' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on and fix your hair real pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, I got a job and I tried to put my money away
Man, I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had out from the Central Trust
And then I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
And maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on and fix your hair real pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, 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 turn to gold
So put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold

And everything dies, baby, 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
Out here it's winners and losers
And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So last night I met a guy downtown, I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Everything dies and baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair real pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City