Chord Life During Wartime by Talking Heads

intro : Am Am /G /F# F x2 Am Am 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 E 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 Am transmit the message , to the receiver , hope for an answer some day i got three passports , couple of visas , don’t even know my real name high on a hillside , trucks are loading , everything’s ready to roll i sleep in the daytime , i work in the nightime , i might not ever get home E 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 solo : Am E 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 Am heard about houston? heard about detroit? heard about pittsburgh , pa? you oughta know not to stand by the window , somebody might see you up there i got some groceries , some peanut 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 E 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 can’t write nothing at all this ain’t no party , this ain’t no disco , this ain’t no fooling around i’d love you hold you , i’d like to kiss you , i ain’t got no time for that now Am trouble in transit , got through the roadblock , we blended in with the crowd we got computers , we’re tapping phone 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 , 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 you 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 solo : Am * * see the tab on ug if you need help with the Am pattern . . .