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 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 And 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 whiskey and a new set of lies Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes
Scarred for life No compensation Private investigations