Interpret:

Talking Heads

Album:

Fear Of Music

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 a 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, or lovey dovey
I ain't got time for that now


Transmit the message, to the receiver
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading
Everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I 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 no mudd club, or C.B.G.B.
I ain't got time for that now


Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peant 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, can't send a postcard
I ain't got time for that now


Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping pohne 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
You ought to get some sleep
Burned all my notebooks
What good are notebooks? 
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive