3. Rats In The Cellar
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 blues Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can Believe That you're wearing Tearing me apart Safe 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 yellow Loose and soggy, lookin' rather lazy See my body, pushin up the daisies New York City's dues East side, west side news 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 blues Throw me in the slam A catch me if you can Believe That you're wearing Tearing me apart
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