| Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons
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| Packed up and ready to go
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| Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway
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| A place where nobody knows
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| The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
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| I’m getting used to it now
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| Lived in Brownstone, lived in the Ghetto
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| I’ve lived all over this town
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| This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
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| This ain’t no fooling around
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| No time for dancing or lovey dovey
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| I ain’t got time or that know
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| Transmit the message to the receiver
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| Hope for an answer someday
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| I got three passports, a couple of visas
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| You don’t even know my real name
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| High on a hillside the trucks are loading
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| Everything’s ready to roll
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| Sleep in the daytime, work in the night time
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| I might not ever get home
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| This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
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| This ain’t no fooling around
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| This ain’t the Mudd Club or CBGB
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| I ain’t got time for that now
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| Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit?
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| Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.
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| You’ve got to to learn not to stand by the window
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| Somebody see you up there
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| Ive got some groceries, some peanut butter
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| To last couple of days but I ain’t got no speakers
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| Ain’t got no headphones, ain’t got no records to play
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| Why go to college, why go to high school?
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| It will be different this time
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| Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard
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| I can write nothing at all
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| This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
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| This ain’t no fooling around
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| I’d like to kiss you, I’d love to hold you
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| I ain’t got time for that know |