Friendly Fire Isn't

In the sheet of the battle, where the bullets fly There's a helldiver motto, "we aim not to die" But with grenades a-rollin' and stratagems a-bouncin' It's a dance of dodge and weaving bliss Oh, friendly fire isn't, or so they say But when the bullets start to stray We laugh and shout, "Hey! Watch out, you fuck!" For in the end it's all in the helldiver's way There's John with his launcher and Jane with a drone In the chaos of combat, their aim's overblown With a slip of the finger, a misfire's sent We dive and we duck oh, fuck a grenade (Can I get a reinforce?) So here's to helldive, their hearts so bold How they bathe in friendly fire With stories untold, for the love of super earth (and liberty) To remember dear divers, in the galaxy you roam Keep your sights clear, and watch where you home For friendly fire isn't But still it might come