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life during wartime [stop making sense] - talking heads lyrics

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[verse 1]
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 n-body 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

[chorus 1]
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

[verse 2]
transmit the message, to the receiver
hope for an answer some day
i got three p-ssports, a couple of visas
you 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

[chorus 2]
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

[chorus 1]
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

[verse 3]
heard about houston? heard about detroit?
heard about pittsburgh, p. a.?
you oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody’ll see you up there
i got some groceries, some peanut b-tter
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

[bridge]
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 ain’t got no time for that now

[verse 4]
trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
we blended in with the crowd
we got computers, we’re tapping phone lines
i 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
i don’t know what i look like
you make me shiver and i feel so tender
we make a pretty good team

[fading outro]
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

- talking heads lyrics

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