And what have you got at the end of the day?
A bottle of whiskey and a new set of lies
It’s in a diary
It’s not a public inquiry
I go checking out the reports
You get to meet all sorts
Digging up the dirt
Treachery and treason
For the usual fee
Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes
Plus expenses
And when I find the reason
Scarred for life
In this line of work
There’s always an excuse for it
Confidential information
What have you got to take away?
No compensation
This is my investigation
I still can’t get used to it