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Fires on the mountain and the dogs bark
Crash of the ocean swelling, crickets in the dark
The temperature is rising, the village gets no sleep
It's hardly surprising given the hot company they keep
Somebody's home in the asphalt margin
Somebody's life in the lost and found
Breaking news from the hotel viewpoint
Sinking feeling, sink another beer down
Hey, Jimmy, whatcha doing here?
Looking up at the high cloud cover
So far and yet so near
Flying in with a chopper
Lieutenant of the crown
Tell the boys from that CNN
The good cops have come to town
Angry island, no one's listening
Shamrock villa, green to grey
Down in the swamp, iguanas glistening
Toast tomorrow if not today
In the shadow of the Soufrière
Under Chauncey's Peak
Did the earth move for you, honey?
Well, come back next week
Queen of country forsaken you
Now that is that
See, the governor is leaving
In a Sunday hat
Angry island, no one's listening
Shamrock villa, green to grey
Down in the swamp, iguanas glistening
Toast tomorrow if not today
Hey, Jimmy, whatcha doing here?
You a scientist, you a newsman
Or simply come to feel the fear?
And the temperature is rising
And we're in too deep
There really is no point in disguising
The hot company we keep