The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
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
Get your instructions, follow directions
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day
whatever you think is best
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
Try to be careful, don't take no chances
you better watch what you say
(from Life During Wartime,
lyrics by David Byrne)
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