I’m going under, rats are in the cellar
Going under, skin’s turning yellow
Nose is runny, losing my connection
Losing money, getting no affection
New York City blues
East side, west side news
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you
Can believe
That you’re wearing
Tearing me apart
I’m safe complaining, because everything’s rotten
Goin’ insanin’, and everything’s forgotten
Feeling cozy, rats are in the cellar
Cheeks are rosy, skin’s turning yellow
Loose and soggy, looking rather lazy
See my body, pushing up a-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 news
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you
Can believe
That you’re wearing
Tearing me apart
Delving into the Chaos: Life Beneath the Surface
“Rats In The Cellar” by Aerosmith is a gritty exploration of urban decay, personal downfall, and the chaos that lurks beneath the surface of city life. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a protagonist overwhelmed by their surroundings, using the imagery of rats and sickness to symbolize both physical and emotional deterioration. The references to New York City and its ever-present blues evoke a sense of struggle and survival in a world where everything seems to be falling apart. The song’s energy mirrors the frantic, spiraling descent described in the words, capturing the band’s signature blend of hard rock and raw storytelling.
Song Credits
- Artist: Aerosmith
- Songwriters: Steven Tyler, Joe Perry
- Release Year: 1976
- Label: Columbia Records