Aerosmith - Rats In The Cellar

Aerosmith - 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.