Goin under rats in the cellar
Goin under skins turnin yellow
Nose is runny losin my connection
Losin money gettin no affection

New york city blues
East side west side blues
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That youre wearin
Tearin me apart

Safe complaining cause everythings rotten
Go insanin and aint a thing forgotten
Feelin cozy rats in the cellar
Cheeks are rosy skins turning yellow
Loose and soggy lookin rather lazy
See my body pushin up the daisies

New york citys dues
East side west side news
Throw me in the slam
A catch me if you can
Believe
That youre wearin
Tearin me apart

New york city blues
East side west side blues
Throw me in the slam
A catch me if you can
Believe
That youre wearin
Tearin me apart