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Private investigations

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's 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's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason, I still can't 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 whiskey and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life, no compensation Private investigations

On Every Street

There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane Pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm a looking for On every street A ladykiller, regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says, "What can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you" She threw herself under my wheels Oh, it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm a looking for On every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town You still refuse to be traced Seem to me such a waste Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm a looking for On every street Yeah, it's your face I'm a looking for On every street

Calling Elvis

Calling Elvis Is anybody home? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone But did he leave the building? Or can he come to the phone? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone Well, tell him I was calling Just to wish him well Let me leave my number Heartbreak hotel Oh, love me tender Baby, don't be cruel Return to sender Treat me like a fool Calling Elvis Is anybody home? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone, alright Why don't you go get him? I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him He's still the man Long distance, baby So far from home Don't you think maybe You could put him on Tell him I was calling Just to wish him well Let me leave my number Heartbreak hotel Oh, love me tender Baby, don't be cruel Return to sender Treat me like a fool Calling Elvis Is anybody home? Calling Elvis Here all alone Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone Calling Elvis Is anybody home? Calling Elvis Here all alone Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone

Brothers in Arms

These mist-covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is in lowlands And always will be Someday, you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell, and The moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms

These mist-covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is in lowlands And always will be Someday, you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell, and The moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms