Its a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information Its in a diary This is my investigation Its not a public inquiry I go checking out the report Digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts In the line of work Treachery and treason Theres always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still cant 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