I ran home from school and threw my books on the table
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And I turned on the TV, it was those days before cable
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Got the national news on channels 3, 5 and 10
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And I got home just in time to watch the numbers roll in
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We got the body count from a conflict, not a war
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We got the body count every afternoon at four,
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(1,2,3,4!)
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We had Richard M. Nixon, 1968 and my parents both agreed that our future looked great
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But the number’s getting bigger every night on my screen
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And the median age of each corpse was 19
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They were the body count from a conflict, not a war
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We got the body count every afternoon at four
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(1,2,3,4!)
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You think things are bad now, well they’ve always been scared that kids have guns
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Well we issued them then
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Dead at 19 from an east LA slum his choice was war or college he was poor, not dumb
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He was the body count, every afternoon at four
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He was the body count, from the Vietnam war.
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Body Count
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