Going under, rats in the cellar Going under, skin is turning yellow Nose is runny, losing my connection Losing money, getting no affection
New York City blues East side, West side lose Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can
Believe That you're wearing Tearing me apart
Safe complaining, 'cause everything is rotten Go insanity, and ain'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, pushin up a-daisies
New York City schools East side, west side lose 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 lose Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can
