It's a mystery to me, the game commences
For the usual fee plus expenses
Confidential information, it's in a diary
This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiryI go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt
You get to meet all sorts in this line of work
Treachery and treason, there's always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason, I still can't get used to itAnd what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whiskey and a new set of lies
Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes
Scarred for life, no compensation
Private investigations
