Talking Heads

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,
Im getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstore, 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, a couple of visas,
You dont even know my real name
High on a hillside, the 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
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 aint got no speakers, aint got no
Heaphones, aint got no records to play