It’s a mystery to me – the game commences
For the usual fee – plus expenses
Confidential information – contained in a diary
This is my investigation – 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 whisky and a new set of lies
Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes
Scarred for life – no compensation
Private investigations