Rats In the Cellar

We're going under, rats in the cellar
Going under, skin's turning yellow
Nose is runny, 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 cozy, 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