The Fact Is

Well they blew up 

the chicken man 

in Philly 

last night 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' commissions 

hangin' on 

by the skin 

of its teeth



Everything dies 

baby that's 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 that's 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 I'll stay

We're goin' out 

where the sands 

turnin' to gold 

so put 

on your stockin's 

cause the nights 

gettin' cold 

and maybe 

everything dies

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

Down here 

it's just winners 

and losers 

and don't get 

caught on 

the wrong side 

of that line

Well I'm tired 

of comin' out 

on the losin' end

So honey 

last night 

I met this guy 

and I'm gonna do 

a little favor 

for him

Well 

I guess 

everything dies 

baby that's 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