Life During Wartime

Album cover art for "Life During Wartime" by Sherie Rene Scott

Sherie Rene Scott - Pop

Life During Wartime

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[Verse 1] Heard of a van loaded with weapons Packed up and ready to go Heard of some gravesites down 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, lived in a 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 your message to my receiver Hope for an answer some day Got three passports and a couple of visas Don't even know my real name High on a hillside, trucks are loaded Everything's ready to roll I sleep in the daytime and I work in the nighttime I might not ever get home [Chorus] This ain't no party and this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around I'd love to hold you, I'd love to kiss you I ain't got time for that now [Verse 3] Trouble in transit, go through the roadblock We'll blend right in with the crowd We got computers and we are tapping phone lines We 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 [Chorus] This ain't no party and this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around I'd love to hold you and I'd love to kiss you And I'd lovey-dovey but I ain't got time But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones I ain't got no records 'cause I ain't got time for that now [Verse 4] Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.  You oughta know not to stand by that window Somebody might see you up there You make me shiver, I feel so tender We make a pretty good team You look exhausted, I'll do the driving You ought to get you some sleep [Verse 5] Why stay in college? Why go to night school? You think you're gonna be different this time I can't write a letter, can't write a postcard I can't write nothing at all Burn all your notebooks, what good are notebooks? They won't help you survive Is your chest aching? Does it burn like a furnace? 'Cause my chest is aching and it burns like a furnace The burning keeps me The burning keeps me The burning keeps me alive Alive [Outro] I'm getting used to it now Now

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Credits

Writers
  • David Byrne
  • Chris Frantz
  • Jerry Harrison
  • Tina Weymouth