Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life During Wartime, artist - Talking Heads.
Date of issue: 02.08.1979
Song language: English
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 a brownstone, I 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, couple of visas |
Don’t even know my real name |
High on a hillside 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 C.B.G.B |
I ain’t got time for that now |
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 |
Heard about houston? |
heard about detroit? |
Heard about pittsburgh, PA? |
You oughta know not to stand by the window |
Somebody might see you up there |
I got some groceries, some peanut butter |
To last a couple of days |
But I ain’t got no speakers, ain’t got no headphones |
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, can’t send a 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, I’d like to kiss you |
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, 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 |
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, 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, burns like a furnace |
The burning keeps me alive |