From the recording Eons Away
I was imagining two rival Mafia cartels, one Colombian and one Mexican, finding themselves at the same bar. For a time, the air is tense. A table is pounded. A drink is thrown. Chaos ensues. In this dream, I find the whole thing rather dreary and head on out to get some real action.
And that, folks, is what the song is about.
Lyrics
An accidental word
Shadows in a stare
Fist upon the table
And truth is brought to bear
Molten ice and vodka and
hate fly through the air
But it's not hot enough in here, I'm heading for the sun
Well, it's not hot enough in here, I'm heading for the sun
Looking through the heat
Never drop your gaze
Fingers at the ready
Nerves of steel fray
Breathing hard and heavy
There's bullets in this game
But it's not hot enough in here, I'm heading for the sun
Well, it's not hot enough in here, I'm heading for the sun
It's not hot enough in here, I'm heading for the sun
No, it's not hot enough in here, I'm heading for the sun