ME 262

Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
 Said Willie 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 12, 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 mirrors, keep me on a glide path
 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 25 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, Junkers 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 flow, for the very last time
 It was dark over Westphalia, in April of 45
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Junkers Jumo 004
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Junkers Jumo 004
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Junkers Jumo 004
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Junkers Jumo 004
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Junkers Jumo 004
 Bombers at 12 o'clock high