Talking Heads - Life During Wartime

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Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons

Packed up and ready to go

Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway

A place where nobody knows



The sound of gunfire, off in the distance

I'm getting used to it now

Lived in a brownstone, I lived in the ghetto

I've lived all over this town



This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

No time for dancing, or lovey dovey

I ain't got time for that now



Transmit the message, to the receiver

Hope for an answer some day

I got three passports, couple of visas

Don't even know my real name



High on a hillside, trucks are loading

Everything's ready to roll, I, I

I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nigh time

I might not ever get home



This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

This ain't no mud club, or C. B. G. B.

I ain't got time for that now



This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

No time for dancing, or lovey dovey

I ain't got time for that now



Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?

Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?

You ought to know not to stand by the window

Somebody see you up there



I got some groceries, some peanut butter

To last a couple of days

But I ain't got no speakers

Ain't got no headphones

Ain't got no records to play



Why stay in college? Why go to night school?

Gonna be different this time?

Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard

I can't write nothing at all



This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

I'd love you hold you, I'd like to kiss you

But I ain't got no time for that now



Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock

We blended in with the crowd

We got computers, we're tapping phone lines

I know that ain't allowed



We dress like students, we dress like housewives

Or in a suit and a tie

I changed my hairstyle so many times now

Don't know what I look like



You make me shiver, I feel so tender

We make a pretty good team

Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving

You ought to get you some sleep



Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?

They won't help me survive

My chest is aching, and it burns like a furnace

The burning keeps me alive

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