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
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