| Lyrics: | Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
Says "Willie's done quite a job"
Hitler's on the phone
from Berlin
Says "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 dependent 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 me on the glidepath
Get me through these
radars, no I cannot fail
When my great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no not
now
When twenty five bombers wait ripe
They hung there dependent 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 Jumo 004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these
English planes go burn
Now will you be my witness how red were the skies
When the
fortresses flew, for the very last time
It was dark over Westphalia, in April of
'45
They hung there dependent 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
Junkers Jumo 004
(repeat many times)
Bombers at 12 o'clock high |
