Just read it in the news, Atlantic City’s going under
Where’ll all the addicts go? To Pennsylvania somewhere
I don’t know what could be sadder Than watching a city sink,
Sliding beneath the waves Of that green eternal drink
Walk out on the Steel Pier, 3 tickets for the Ferris wheel
And it stops all the way on top
Feel the breeze pass through your hair
And as you sit up there and stare
at what this place used to be,
Can’t you see
what it means to me?
Never mind, because to you
It’s a rundown town
filled with whores and dirty bars.
To you, it’s skanky streets and public housing,
cheap souvenirs and dollar-dogs.
You see the homeless sleeping underneath the boardwalk
and you want to leave
the 72 cent underpants at the Super 8.
You want to get away from this place,
the broken needles and the pain,
the casino commission and the crackheads.
Now the lights are going out
along Atlantic Avenue,
and the doors are sealed
With the boards they’re being nailed to.
Governor says we’ll make it through,
but I don’t know if he knows what to do
so there goes another city,
Sunk into the sea,
I wish you understood
what this means to them and means to me.