One day you'll see him
Sitting at a bar
He's the one drinkin' whiskey
And smokin' a cigar

Pull up a chair
And offer him a drink
It's a good bet that he'll tell you
Exactly what he thinks

About this country
And what it's doin' wrong
And for another drink
He might sing you a song

He's a hard-hearted bastard
Of a day long gone by
A mix of emotion
And laughter in his eye

A worn-out junkie
On adrenaline and speed
Fighter pilot
He's the last of the breed

Yeah, he'll tell stories
Of how we fought the war
Usin' words and phrases
That you've never heard before
He'll talk of death
As if it were alive
Then speak of good friends and good times
As he looks up to the sky

And tell a joke
That no man should ever tell
But it don't bother him, 'cause he's seen both
Heaven and Hell

He's a hard-hearted bastard
Of a day long gone by
A mix of emotion
And laughter in his eye

A worn-out junkie
On adrenaline and speed
Fighter pilot
He's the last of the breed

A fighter pilot
He's the last of the breed

Yeah, he's a hard-hearted bastard
Of a day long gone by
A mix of emotion
And laughter in his eye
A worn-out junkie
On adrenaline and speed
A fighter pilot
He's the last of the breed

A fighter pilot
He's the last of the breed