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