LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLife During Wartime
Heard of a van that is loaded with weaponsPacked up and ready to goHeard of some gravesites, out by the highwayA place where nobody knowsThe sound of gunfire, off in the distanceI'm getting used to it nowLived in Brownstone, lived in the GhettoI've lived all over this townThis ain't no party, this ain't no discoThis ain't no fooling aroundNo time for dancing, or lovey doveyI ain't got time for that nowTransmit the message to the receiverHope for an answer somedayI got three passports, a couple of visasYou don't even know my real nameHigh on a hillside the trucks are loadingEverything's ready to rollSleep in the daytime, work in nightimeI might not ever get homeThis ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain'tno fooling aroundThis ain't the Mudd Club, or CbgbI ain't got time for that nowHeard about Houston?Heard about Detroit?Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?You've got to learn not to stand by the windowSomebody see you up thereI've got some groceriesSome peanut butterTo last couple of daysBut I ain't got no speakersAin't got no headphonesAin't got no records to playWhy go to college, to high school?It will be different this timeCan't write a letter, can't send a postcardI can write nothing at allThis ain't no party, this ain't no discoThis ain't no fooling aroundI'd like to kiss you, I'd love to fuck youI ain't got time for that now.
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