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 whisky

And a new set of lies

Blinds on the window

And a pain behind the eyes



Scarred for life

No compensation

Private investigations