Dedicate song lyrics Life During Wartime by Talking Heads

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites 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 brownstone; 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, a couple of visas
Don't even know my real name

High on a hillside the trucks are loading
Everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime; I work in the nighttime
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

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
You oughta 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 no postcard
I can't write nothin at all

This ain't no party; this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
I'd love to hold you and I'd love 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 all 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
I 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
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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...just about