You were so convinced when you slit your wrists
That you were doing the right thing
Like when the evangelist left his fingerprints
Where he never should've been in the first place
And you had to take the case.
You were wearing a wire.
You were singing in the choir.
You had us all thinking you were going right wing,
But you never retired. You were always for hire. Undercover in the congregation.
You're on the prowl for some salvation
And like a good gumshoe, you always come through. Like a good gumshoe, no one can lose you.

Songs of suicide, songs of private eyes,
A little strange but it's got a nice ring
Like the alibi that poor preacher tried saying
I never could've touched your daughter
I was way too busy blessing holy water.
But he was caught red-handed
And he was reprimanded,
But you were down despite everything.
It's not the way you planned it.
You couldn't understand it,
And the note read - That's the way it goes.
First your money, then your clothes.
But I like a good gumshoe, you always come through.
Like a good gumshoe, no one could lose you.

So, I made a few mistakes
Since I tried to take your place,
But I learned alot since then.
The old man had a face
From another time and place,
And that's the memory of the mystery.
You two had a history,
And like a good gumshoe, you always come through.
Like a good gumshoe, no one can lose.
A good gumshoe who always comes through.
Like a good gumshoe, no one could lose you,
But we all did toda