hanging with spillane and spillane in the gulf islands


And the wind killed us
And the sun killed us
And our families killed us
And when we came back
And we sat down at the tables to order our food
We knew exactly what we wanted, what we needed

We could be quit when ever we wanted
We could sit there and not talk to each other
And if the service was bad we had every right to do whatever we wanted

Give me a tall Hefeweisen, cold with a lemon on the rim
Give me a salmon steak

These are the things we expected, the things we wanted
Everything else had long run away