Montserrat

<br>Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark.<br><br>Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark.<br><br>The temperature is rising. the village gets no sleep.<br><br>Its hardly surprising, given the hot company they keep.<br><br><br><br>Somebodys home in the ash-fall margins;<br><br>Somebodys life in the lost and found.<br><br>Breaking news from the hotel vue pointe.<br><br>Sinking feeling, sink another beer down.<br><br><br><br>Hey, jimmy. what you doing here? <br><br>Looking up at the high cloud cover, so far and yet so near.<br><br>Flying in with the chopper. lieutenant of the crown.<br><br>Tell the boys from that cnn, the good cops have come to town.<br><br><br><br>Angry island, no-ones listening. shamrock villa, green to grey.<br><br>Down in the swamp, iguanas glistening.<br><br>Toast tomorrow, if not, today.<br><br><br><br>Hey, jimmy. what you doing here? <br><br>You a scientist? you a newsman? or simply come to feel the fear? <br><br>The temperature is rising. and were in too deep.<br><br>There really is no point in disguising the hot company we keep.