(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 it´s 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 it´s found
With their casual letters
It´s just another chain

You´ve lost the innocence

That you´ve never found
Standing in the DMZ
Don´t get turned around

(chorus)
Body count, feeling hot
Body count, Vietnam

It´s not the game, it´s a scar
And they won´t 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

You´re going home alone
Military metaphors
Are metaphors no more

Keeping up with protocol
You´re 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

It´s not what you´ve lost
It´s 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, you´ll 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