Jonny Greenwood, Supergrass, Joanna Newsom - Spooks lyrics

Well, morning Sam
Like a bad-luck planet in today's horoscope
Here's the ol' hippie hating mad
Dog himself in the flesh

Lieutenant detective Christian F
"Bigfoot" Bjornsen

John Wayne walk
A flattop of Flintstone proportions and
A shit evil twinkle
In his eye that says 'civil rights violation'

At Playa Vista High
Shasta made Class Beauty in the yearbook four
Years running, always got to be
The ingenue in school plays
Fantasized like everybody else
About getting into the movies
And soon as she could manage it was off
Up the freeway looking for some low-rent
Living space in Hollywood doc
Aside from being just the only doper she knew
Who didn't use heroin, which freed up a
Lot of time for both of them
Had never figured out what
Else she might've seen
In him not that they were even
Together that long soon enough
She was answering
Casting calls and getting some theater work
Onstage
And off, and they each gradually located a
Different karmic thermal above the megapolis
Gliding each into a different fate
Back when they were together
She could go weeks without anything
More complicated than a pout
Now she was laying some heavy
Combination of face ingredients
On Doc that he couldn't really read at all

Does it ever end?

Of course it does

It did