Rats In The Cellar

Goin' under, Rats In The Cellar

Goin' under, skin's turnin' yella

Nose is runny, losin' my connection

Losin' money, getting no affection



New York City blues

East side, West side rules

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you can

Believe

That you're tearing

Tearing me apart



Ain't complaining, 'cause everything's rotten

Go insanin', and ain't a thing forgotten

Feelin' cozy, Rats In The Cellar

Cheeks are rosy, skin's turning yella

Loose and soggy, lookin' mighty lazy

Consume my body, pushin up a-daisies



New York City blues

East side, west side rules

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you can

Believe

That you're tearing

Tearing me apart



(Guitar & Harmonica Solo)



New York City blues

East side, west side rules

Throw me in the slam

Catch me if you can

Believe

That you're tearing

Tearing me apart