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(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 Letras de canciones (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 From Letras Mania