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...