| Lyrics: | Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
Say's Willie's done quite a job
Hitler's on the phone
from Berlin
Say's I'm gonna make you a star
My Captain Von Ondine, here's your next
patrol
A flight of English bombers across the canal
After twelve, they'll all be here
I
think you know the job
They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal
fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might
die
Must they live that I might die
In a G-load disaster from the rate of
climb
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
But there's no reward for failure, but
death
So watch me in the mirrors, keep in the glidepath
Get me through these radars, no
I cannot fail
Not when great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no not
now
When twenty five bombers wait ripe
They hung there dependant from the sky
Like
some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that
I might die
Must they live that I might die
Me-262 prince of turbojet, Junker's jommo
004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go
burn
Now you be my witness how red were the skies
When the fortresses flow, for the very
last time
It was dark over Westphalia, in april of T45
They hung there dependant from
the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these
Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die
Must these Englishmen
live that I might die
Junker.s jommo 004 (repeat many times)
Bombers at 12 o'clock high |
