Lyrics
our luck might have died and our love may be cold
everything that dies someday comes back
That s a fact, fix your hair up pretty
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now they blew up his house, so i drew what i had from the central trust, put your makeup on
Put your stockings on, everything that dies someday comes back
Meet me tonight in atlantic city, everything dies Rimbaud, maybe everything dies
Everything dies, it s just winners and losers Rimbaud, don t get caught on the wrong side of
fix your hair up pretty
Now i been looking for a job but it s hard to find, that s a fact
I m tired of coming out on the losing end, maybe everything that dies someday comes back Atlantic, meet me tonight in atlantic city
maybe everything dies
everything that dies someday comes back
everything that dies someday comes back
Meet me tonight, maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Fix your hair up pretty, that s a fact
Down on the boardwalk they re getting ready for a fight, down on the boardwalk they re getting ready for a fight
It s just winners and losers, maybe everything that dies someday comes back
meet me tonight in atlantic city
but with you forever i ll stay
Our luck might have died and our love may be cold, meet me tonight in atlantic city
they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
maybe everything dies
meet me tonight in atlantic city
Now there s trouble busting in from out of state, meet me tonight in atlantic city, gonna see what them racket boys can do
Meet me tonight in atlantic city, we ll come back
Meet me tonight in atlantic city, can t get no relief
we ll come back
Everything dies, maybe everything that dies someday comes back, that s a fact
But i got debts no honest man can pay, meet me tonight in atlantic city Mike, down on the boardwalk they re getting ready for a fight
maybe everything that dies someday comes back
everything that dies someday comes back
everything that dies someday comes back
meet me tonight in atlantic city
Meet me tonight in atlantic city, everything that dies someday comes back
Our luck might have died and our love may be cold, fix your hair up pretty
that s a fact
Last night i met this guy, that s a fact, fix your hair up pretty
Everything dies, meet me tonight in atlantic city, can t get no relief
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back, and the gambling commissioner s hanging by the skin of his teeth