Goering's on the phone from 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 is 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 are ripe and 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 mirrors keep in the glidepath
Get me through these radars, no, I cannot fail While my 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 are ripe and 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
Well, 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 dependant from the sky Like some heavy metal fruit These bombers are ripe and 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
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