Chapter Seven. Private Eye (исполнитель: Dog Fashion Disco)
I'm the private eye, Hot on your trail The top gun for hire You'll find me lurking in the shadows, Always searching for a clue I'm the bulletproof detective I got my eye on you [Spoken:] Snapshot of the parking lot, man and woman embrace Partners in crime ignite the infidelity into these crimes of passion. 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. 'Cause I'm the private eye, Hot on your trail, The top gun for hire You'll find me lurking in the shadows, Always searching for a clue I'm the bulletproof detective, I got my eye on you [Spoken:] 11:18 PM, subject is checking into the Desert Palms motel, [bad word] by unknown female. [Spoken dialogue:] So, what turns you on? * Pretend you're dead, that'll turn me on. You're a sick little [bad word] aren't you? * I just get what I want. Even if it's by force. You don't have to rape the willing. You got anything to drink around here? * I'm not paying you to sit around and drink. Well then shut up, I'll punch the clock, and you can [bad word] me 'til the blood scares you. * Oh, yeah [bad word] * Take it all, [bad word] Dirty little [bad word] Good little girl. Say goodnight, [bad word] Meow.