Atlantic City (Live in Jersey) [feat. Bruce Springsteen and Kings of Leon]

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 bussing in from out of state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of it's teeth

Well, now, everything dies, baby, 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

Well, I got a job, tried to put my money away
But I got debts no honest man can pay
Drew what I had from the Central Trust
Bought us two tickets on that cold city bus

Well, now everything dies, baby, 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

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
Put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's getting cold
Maybe, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back

One, two, three, four

I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find
Here, it's just winners and losers and
Don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, I'm tired of coming out on this losing end
So, honey, last night, I met a guy
I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Well, 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

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Everyone give it up for Kayla Faraway on the bar!

You kidding me?