Transmit the message, to the receiver

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 a 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 for that now

 

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

 

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B

I ain't got time for that now

 

–––– LIFE DURING WARTIME, Talking Heads

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