Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night And blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk, they're gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what these racket boys can do 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' commission's hangin' 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 And meet me tonight in Atlantic City I got a job and I tried to put some money away But I got debts no honest man can pay So I took what I had from the Central Trust And I got us two tickets on that Coast City bus Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, make your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Now our luck may have died and our love's gone cold But with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out tonight where the sands turn to gold So put on your stockings, girl, the night's gettin' cold Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just 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 Last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a favor for him Last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a favor for him Last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a favor for him Last night I met this guy Last night I met this guy Last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a favor for him Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back Everything dies, that's a fact Maybe everything that dies someday comes back