Key:
Chorus:
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
a ghetto
I've lived all over
this town
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{Refrain}
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
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Transmit the message
to the receiver
Hope for an answer
some day
I got three
passports, 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
{Refrain}
...This ain't no
mudd club, or
CBGB...
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
{As refrain}
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 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 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,
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 won't help me
survive
My chest is aching,
burns like a
furnace
The burning keeps me
alive |
