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