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

Zeppelins drop hell from the clouds

Battleships' guns blazing so loud

Pigeons guide artillery to save our souls

To save our souls to save our souls