Atlantic City — текст песни (Bruce Springsteen)

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk theyre gettin ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now theres trouble busin in from outta state and the D.A. cant 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 thats 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 thats 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 Ill stay
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold so put on your stockins cause the nights gettin cold and maybe everything dies
Thats a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin for a job but its hard to find
Down here its just winners and losers and dont get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well Im tired of comin out on the losin end
So honey last night I met this guy and Im gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby thats 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