It's a mystery to me,
the game commences for the usual fee,
plus expenses,
confidential information,
within a diary.
This is my investigation,
it's not a public inquiry.
I go checking out the reports,
picking 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.
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 a window,
and a pain behind your eyes.
It's gone for life,
no compensation,
for him,
investigations.
It's gone for life,
no compensation,
for him,
investigations.
It's gone for life,
no compensation,
for him,
investigations.
