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The Wilderness - Atlantic City lyrics

Artist: The Wilderness

album: Atlantic City


Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
And they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk, they're getting ready for a hell of a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busing in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
There's gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can 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
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
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 going out where the sand's turning to gold
So pull up your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
And maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I'm looking for a job, it's hard to find
Down here, it's just winners and losers
Getting caught on the wrong side of that line
I'm tired of coming out on that losing end
Honey, last night, I met this guy
I'll do a little favor for him
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
C'mon, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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