Life During Wartime [The Name of This Band is Talking Heads] Talking Heads

[Verse 1]
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
Sound of gunfire off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, I lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Transmit a 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, work in the nighttime
I might not ever get home