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Life During Wartime
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Past 7 Days
Life During Wartime was discovered most frequently at around 40 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[PreChorus]
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
[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 the 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
[PreChorus]
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading
Everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime
I might not ever get home
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Heard about Houston?
Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody see you up there
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send no postcard
I ain't got time for that now
[Verse 4]
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tappin' 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
[Outro]
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some drivin'
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
Written by: Chris Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth
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