Lyrics

Far, far away Rene Russo's PR consultant Lies facedown on her pillow And makes a vow She won't regret a single moment She will give more to charity Especially the gay ones It pains her to admit that her brother Although less educated Has a happier home And the prison that is his life Is at least a prison That he asked for Who has the best chance of putting this collective memory on paper? Who has the best chance Of getting out alive? Nobody likes a snitch Nobody likes a snitch Likes a snitch Nobody likes a snitch Likes a snitch Nobody likes a snitch Likes a snitch Nobody likes a snitch Likes a snitch Nobody likes a snitch Likes a snitch Nobody likes a snitch Likes a snitch Nobody