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