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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 a 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
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

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You gotta know not to stand by the window
Somebody'll 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 you hold you, I'd love to kiss you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, go through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
We know that 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 even 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 will not help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
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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 a 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
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

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You gotta know not to stand by the window
Somebody'll 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 you hold you, I'd love to kiss you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, go through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
We know that 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 even 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 will not help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
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Writer: Chris Frantz, Christopher Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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