Life During Wartime

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
I’m getting used to it now
Lived in Brownstone, lived in the Ghetto
I’ve lived all over this town
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 or that know
Transmit the message to the receiver
Hope for an answer someday
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
Sleep in the daytime, work in the night time
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 the Mudd Club or CBGB
I ain’t got time for that now
Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.
You’ve got to to learn not to stand by the window
Somebody see you up there
Ive got some groceries, some peanut butter
To last couple of days but I ain’t got no speakers
Ain’t got no headphones, ain’t got no records to play
Why go to college, why go to high school?
It will be different this time
Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard
I can write nothing at all
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
I’d like to kiss you, I’d love to hold you
I ain’t got time for that know