VERSE 1:
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?

CHORUS:
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

VERSE 2:
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

CHORUS:
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
OUTRO:
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