Letra da Música

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
                   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, 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

                  Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
                        Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
                 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
                     Get you instructions, follow directions
                     then you should change your address
                     Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day
                          whatever you think is best
              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
                     Try to stay healthy, physical fitness
                        don't want to catch no disease
                   Try to be careful, don't take no chances