Paroles de Rats in the Cellar

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 Believe That you're wearing Tearing me apart