Goin’ under, rats in the cellar
Goin’ under, skin’s turnin’ yellow
Nose is runny, losin’ my connection
Losin’ 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, ’casue everything’s rotten
Go insanin’, and ain’t a thing forgotten
Feelin’ cozy, rats in the cellar
Cheeks are rosy, skin’s turning yellow
Lose it’s party, lookin’ rather lazy
See my body, pushin up a-daisies
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 |
