Life During Wartime Songtext
von Tom A. Smith

Alright
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Heard of a van that′s 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
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 someday
I got three passports and a couple of visas
Don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading
Everything′s ready to go
And I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime
I might never get home

This ain't no party, this ain′t no disco
This ain't no fooling around
This ain′t no mud club or shebe-chebe
I ain't got time for that now
Alright
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Mmm

Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA

You ought to know not to stand by the window
Somebody'll 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, I can't send no postcard
I ain′t got time for that now


This ain't no party, this ain′t no disco
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mud club, no shebe-chebe
I ain′t got time for that now
Alright

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended into the crowd
We got computers, we′re tapping phone lines
I know that 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
I don′t know what I look like
You make me shiver and I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team

Don't get exhausted, oh, I′ll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burn all my notebooks, what good's a notebook?
Oh, they won′t help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive

Alright
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
This ain't no party, this ain′t no disco
This ain't no fooling around
This ain′t no mud club or shebe-chebe
I ain't got time for that now
Alright