I heard of a band Loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go Heard of a great sight
Out by the highway A place that nobody knows
The sound of gunfire,
I was in a disguise,
I'm getting used to it now.
I've lived in brownstones, lived in a 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,
no lovey-dovey, I ain't got time for that now.
Don't * the message to the receiver,
hope for an answer someday.
I've got some passports, I've got some visas,
don't even know my real name.
High on the hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll.
Sleeping in the daytime,
working the night time,
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 Mac Club, no CBTV,
I ain't got time for that now.
Heard about Houston,
heard about Detroit,
heard about Pittsburgh,
yeah.
You've got to learn
not to stand by the windows,
someone might see you up there.
I've got some groceries,
some peanut butter,
still 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 go to college?
Why go to high school?
It won't be different this time.
I can't write a letter,
can't write 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 like to kiss you,
I'd love to * you,
I ain't got time for that now.
One, two, three, one, two, three.