Lyrics Skid Row – Rats In The Cellar

Goin’ under — rats are in the cellar
Goin’ under — skin is turnin’ yella
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 you’re wearin’, tearin’ me apart

Safe complainin’ — ’cause everything’s rotten
Go insanin’ — and ain’t a thing forgotten
Feelin’ cozy — rats are in the cellar
Cheeks’re rosy — skin’s turnin’ yella
Lucy, Sally — lookin’ rather lazy
See my body — pushin’ up a-daisies

New York City blues
East side, west side blues
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you’re wearin’, tearin’ me apart