Heard of a van that is loaded 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      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      Transmit the message to the receiver   Hope for an answer some day   I've got some passports, I've got some 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 the nightime   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 the Mudd Club, no CBGB   I ain't got time for that now      Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?   Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?   You've got to learn not to stand by the windows   Somebody see you up there   I've got some groceries   Some peanut butter   To last couple of days   But ain't got no speakers   Ain't got no headfones   Ain't got no records to play   Why go to college, why go to highschool?   It will be diferent this time   I can't write a letter, can't write a postcard   I can 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 fuck you   I ain't got time for that now