I was under the boss when they made him

And I was made a short time after that

I was under oath when I testified

I'm under government protection

Now they're calling me a rat



Mr. Moran, that's who I am

Some call me Sal, some call me Sam

Some call me when they're in a jam

'Cause I'm the man, I'm Mr. Moran



I ate punks like you, I did for breakfast

You're just a bowl of cereal to me

I might be from deep in the heart of Texas

Or maybe I'm from New York

Make that Knoxville, Tennessee



Mr. Moran, that's who I am...



And they will motherfuck me in a heartbeat

But first they've gotta find me to do that

I've been selling Ecstasy in Arizona

Under government protection

Now who's your fuckin' rat?



Mr. Moran...