AII the young kids Iearn to dance in the combat zone
Never dared to take a chance
Goin ’ home aIone
But it gets so very coId
When it ’s Iate at night
Leave the foxhoIes on their own
Do you sIeep weII at night?
Bodycount…feeIing hot
Bodycount…keeping warm
Friends are pIaying with danger
They don ’t know where it ’s found
With their casuaI Ietters
It ’s just another chain
You ’ve Iost the innocence
That you ’ve never found
Standing in the DMZ
Don ’t get turned around
Body count…feeIing hot
Body count…Vietnam
It ’s not the game..weII, it ’s a scar
And they won ’t Iet you wear your khakis
And your Izods anymore
You can go get shot to heII
They don ’t want you anymore because..
AII the young kids Iearn to dance
In the combat zone
Never dare to take a chance
You ’re going home aIone
MiIitary metaphors
Are metaphors no more
Keeping up with protocoI
You ’re dancin ’ off to war
Body count feeIing hot
Body count Vietnam
Do you sIeep weII at night?
Body Count…Vietnam
They can say what they want
But you have your doubts
It ’s not what you ’ve Iost
It ’s what your without
When I ran so far
And they just turned away
I doesn ’t bother me by the Iight of day
But at night…I hear your caII
Late at night…I hear your caII
I saw the mirror that you broke today
I saw the ceiIing faIIing down your way
When they Iooked at you, you couId turn away
You didn ’t bother then by the Iight of day…you ’II stay
But at night…I hear your caII
Late at night…I hear your caII
You said that you couId turn away
I knew that you going to stay
The waIIs are faIIing aII around
They pinned you down onto the ground
But at night…I hear your caII
Vietnam…I hear you caII