Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,Packed up and ready to goHeard of some grave sites, out by the highway,A place where nobody knowsThe sound of gunfire, off in the distance,I'm getting used to it nowLived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,I've lived all over this townThis ain't no party, this ain't no disco,This ain't no fooling aroundNo time for dancing, or lovey dovey,I ain't got time for that nowTransmit the message, to the receiver,Hope for an answer some dayI got three passports, a couple of visas,You don't even know my real nameHigh on a hillside, the trucks are loading,Everything's ready to rollI sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,I might not ever get homeThis ain't no party, this ain't no disco,This ain't no fooling aroundThis ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,I ain't got time for that nowHeard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?You oughta know not to stand by the windowSomebody see you up thereI got some groceries, some peanut butter,To last a couple of daysBut I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones,Ain't got no records to playWhy stay in college? Why go to night school?Gonna be different this timeCan't write a letter, can't send no postcard,I ain't got time for that nowTrouble in transit, got through the roadblock,We blended in with the crowdWe got computers, we're tapping phone lines,I know that that ain't allowedWe dress like students, we dress like housewives,Or in a suit and a tieI 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 teamDon't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,You ought to get you some sleepBurned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?They won't help me surviveMy chest is aching, burns like a furnace,The burning keeps me alive