Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spooks, artist - Jonny Greenwood. Date of issue: 14.12.2014
Song language: English
Spooks |
| 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 |