(inspiration: news choppers that hang out over the Whitestone bridge in the morning)

Whirly-bird … Attack

The general’s orders are clear

Enemy ground troups scatter in half

From the chaos caused by fear

Cast death’s shadow on the ground

Blind them with the sun

Ammo readied in the bays

You begin your final run

CHORUS

Suffer war

Settle the score

Pilot

The blades of DEATH

LEAD

Rotor twists to beat the air

Hover endlessly

An air to air, you are hit

By a bogie out at sea

Abort the mission? Go to hell!

Won’t make it back alive

Autogyro auger into enemy troups

Kamakazi suicide

CHORUS