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 ash-fall margins;
Somebody's life in the lost and found
Breaking news from the hotel vue pointe
Sinking feeling, sink another beer down

Hey, jimmy. what you doing here?
Looking up at the high cloud cover, so far and yet so near

Flying in with the 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

Hey, jimmy. what you doing here?
You a scientist? you a newsman? or simply come to feel the fear?
The temperature is rising. and we're in too deep
There really is no point in disguising the hot company we keep