Spooks - Jonny Greenwood

Produced by：Graeme Stewart

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

Sad membar John Wayne walk

A flattop of Flintstone proportions

And a evil s**t 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 **

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