De: David Byrne
Tom: Am Intro.: (Am)
Am Heard of a van that is laaded 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 Brownstone, lived in the Ghetto I've lived all over this town
E This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling arond No time for dancing, or lovey dovey I ain't got time for that now
Am Transmit the message to the receiver Hope for an answer someday 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 Sleep in the daytime, work in nightime I might not ever get home
E This ain't no party, this ain't no dico, this ain't no fooling around This ain't the Mudd Club, or CBGB I ain't got time for tha now
Am Heard about Houstoun? Heard about Detroit? Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.? You've got to learn not to stand by the window Somebody see you up there I've gor some groveries Some peanut butter To last couple of days But I ain't got no speakers Ain't got no headphones Ain't got no records to play
E Why go to college, to highschool? E E4 It will be different this time E E4 Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard E I can write nothing at all E E4 This ain't no party, this ain't no disco E E4 This ain't no fooling around E I'd like to kiss you, I'd love to fuck you E I ain't got time for that now.