Lyrics

Here's what happened in the back of the restaurant Couple débutantes, hundred bottles of wine I walked into the walk-in cooler Cops got him with a pocket full of powder Got my pants back, got a cash advance Got a tape deck, not the regular kind It's a secret, you can't see it Can't believe it, I'm the informant And hey, Juanita, well, I sold you out Got the pliers on my fingers and your name slipped out Didn't tell 'em 'bout your whereabouts Take the train downtown, get lost in the crowd and The pigs are coming out of the woodwork The pigs are coming in through the windows My advice Is dye your eyes And stay inside I told them "Suppose you heard about the nightclub fires? I've got two big scoops: It wasn't just an accident This is not coincidence" I got tired I got tired I got tired And those guys got me wired