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 brownstore, I lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't the mud club, the CBGB
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, I got a, a couple of visas well
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 nightime
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 CBGB
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peant butter
To last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
Headphones, and I 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, I can't send no postcard
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
I'd love you hold you and I'd love to kiss you but
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, and we're tapping phone lines
I know 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, well 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, and it burns like a furnace well
The burning keeps me alive