Body count The more I see of the less I'm in But it's one of a dozen ways to make amends 1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen, wo, wo I know, I know more than I should But there is no other way to make us look good 1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen But you could be a hero for the rest of your life They need you, oh they need you Tell that to their fathers who have tears in their eyes They won't hear you ('cause he's a dead giveaway by the look of his face) Spill the blood of a sister, a direct command And there is no heavier weight on the back of a man 1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen Black trees red sky, that's how we left the scenery Don't ask me why, I don't give the orders I go, I try, but I can't turn the men around I'm just one guy, I don't make the borders But you could be a hero for the rest of your life They need you, whoa they need you Tell that to your father you're down on your knees He won't hear you, he won't hear you ('cause he's a dead giveaway by the look of his face) The more I see of the less I'm in But it's one of a dozen ways to make amends 1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen