It's a mystery to me
the game commences
For the usual fee
plus expenses
Confidential information
that's in the diary
This is my investigation
it's not a public inquiry
I 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
But when I find
the reason I still
can't get used to it
And what have
you got at the
end of the day?
What have you got
to take away?
A bottle of whisky
and a new set of lies
Blinds on the
window and a pain
behind the eyes
Scarred for life
no compensation
private investigations