All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone

Never dared to take a chance

Goin' home alone



But it gets so very cold

When it's late at night



Leave the foxholes on their own

Do you sleep well at night?



Bodycount...feeling hot

Bodycount...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



Body count...feeling hot

Body count...Vietnam



It's not the game..well, 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



Body count feeling hot

Body count Vietnam



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