Where have all the medics gone? My health is getting short.
There's a bullet in my neck, I need machine gun support.
Where is the cavalry to break the German flanks?
Where are all the biplanes to come bomb those heavy tanks?
I need a pilot.
I need an ace to rain down fire from above.
He's gotta have skills, rack up so many kills,
With the flying grace of a dove.
Death he must love.
There's a squad camping that nest, hot flames can burn them out.
Someone respawn as elite so that we can torch those krauts.
They sneak around us, scouts shoot flares in the sky,
Identifying nearby troops, call planes to make them die.
I need a pilot.
I need an ace to rain down fire from above.
He's gotta have skills, rack up so many kills,
With the flying grace of a dove.
Death he must love.
Watch zeppelins drop hell from the clouds,
Battleships' guns blazin' so loud.
Pigeons guide artillery to save our souls.
To save our souls, To save our souls,
Aaaaahhhh, aaaahhhhh

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