Rats In The Cellar

Going under, rats in the cellar

Going under, skin's turning yellow

Nose is running, losing my connection

Losing money, getting no affection

New York City blues

East side, west side moves

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you can

Believe that you're wearing, tearing me apart

Ain't complaining 'cause everything's rotten

Go insane and ain't nothing's forgotten

Feeling cosy, rats in the cellar

Sheets are rosy, skin's turning yellow

Loose and sloppy, looking rather lazy

See my body pushing up the daisies

New York City blues

East side, west side moves

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you can

Believe that you're wearing, tearing me apart

New York City blues

East side, west side moves

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you can

Believe that you're wearing, tearing me apart