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 blues
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart
Safe complaining, because everything's rotten
Go insaning, and isn't a thing forgotten
Feeling cozy, Rats In The Cellar
Cheeks are rosy, skin's turning yellow
Loose and soggy, looking rather lazy
See my body, pushing up the daisies
New York City's dues
East side, west side news
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart
