Bài hát Life During Wartime (Live) Báo Lỗi

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