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 eat punks like you, I do 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...

They will motherfuck me in a heartbeat

But first they've got to find me to do that

I've been selling Ecstasy in Arizona

Under government protection

Now who's a fuckin' rat?

Mr. Moran...