Описание: 11:18 p.m.
Subject is checking into the Desert Palms Motel, accompanied by an unknown female.
Snapshot in the parking lot. Man and woman embrace. Betrayal, I see it every day, like my own reflection in the mirror staring back at me. Another case, another bottle of booze, life is no longer a mystery to me ...
... Because Im the private eye, hot on your trail; the top gun for hire. Youll find me lurking in the shadows, always searching for a clue. Im the bulletproof detective. I got my eye on you ...
Whats a little sin under the covers, whats a little blood between lovers? Whats a little death to be discovered, cold stiff body under the covers?
Im digging you a desert grave, underneath the burning sun. You wont be found by anyone. Vultures circle in the sky, and you my dear are the reason why.
... I was always easily influenced.
