(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