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 . . .
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 . . .
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