Life During Wartime Lyrics - Fear Of Music - Talking Heads

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 

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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 sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime 

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 mudd 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 

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Heard about houston? heard about detroit? 

Heard about pittsburgh, PA? 

You oughta know not to stand by the window 

Somebody might 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 

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, burns like a furnace 

The burning keeps me alive