- David Byrne Life During Wartime 歌詞
- David Byrne
- 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
Im getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, I lived in the ghetto
Ive lived all over this town
This aint no party, this aint no disco
This aint no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I aint got time for that now
Transmit the message to the receiver
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, couple of visas
Dont even know my real name
High on a hillside trucks are loading
Everythings ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime
I might not ever get home
This aint no party, this aint no disco
This aint no fooling around
This aint no mudd club, or C.B.G.B.
I aint got time for that now
This aint no party, this aint no disco
This aint no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I aint 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 might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
To last a couple of days
But I aint got no speakers, aint got no headphones
Aint got no records to play
Why stay in college? why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time?
Cant write a letter, cant send a postcard
I cant write nothing at all
This aint no party, this aint no disco
This aint no fooling around
Id love you hold you, Id like to kiss you
I aint got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, were tapping phone lines
I know that aint allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
Dont know what I look like
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Dont get exhausted, Ill do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They wont help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
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