Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons, packed up & 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 now, 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 3 passports, a couple of Visas, U don’t even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading, everything’s ready to roll
Ah ha ha, I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime
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
Yeah! Woo!

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
Whoo!

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
“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, I 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 love to kiss you
But I ain`t got no time for that now (whoo!)

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended with the crowd
We got computers we’re tappin’ 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,
I 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 U ought to get U some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive
My chest is aching, and it burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me ali-i-ive