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't 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 is always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason I still cannot 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 （