(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone
Never dared to take a chance
Goin home alone
But it gets so fucky cold
When its late at night
Leave the foxholes on their own
Do you sleep well at night?
Body count, feeling hot
Body count, keeping warm
Friends are playing with danger
They don't know where its found
With their casual letters
Its just another chain
Youve lost the innocence
That youve never found
Standing in the dmz
Don't get turned around
[Chorus:]
Body count, feeling hot
Body count, vietnam
Its not the game, its a scar
And they wont let you wear your khakis
And your izods anymore
You can go get shot to hell
They don't want you anymore because
All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone
Never dare to take a chance
Youre going home alone
Military metaphors
Are metaphors no more
Keeping up with protocol
Youre dancin off to war
(repeat chorus)
Do you sleep well at night?
Body count, vietnam
They can say what they want
But you have your doubts
Its not what youve lost
Its what your without
When I ran so far
And they just turned away
I doesn't bother me by the light of day
But at night, I hear your call
Late at night, I hear your call
I saw the mirror that you broke today
I saw the ceiling falling down your way
When they looked at you, you could turn away
You didn't bother then by the light of day, youll stay
But at night, I hear your call
Late at night, I hear your call
You said that you could turn away
I knew that you going to stay
The walls are falling all around
They pinned you down onto the ground
But at night, I hear your call
Vietnam, I hear you call