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
They hung there dependent from the sky
A flight of English bombers across the canal
I think you know the job
After twelve, they'll all be here These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Like some heavy metal fruit
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die In a GSometimes 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 When my great silver slugs are eager to feed
Get me through these radars, no I cannot fail
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 MeBlasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
Now will you be my witness how red were the skies
When the fortresses flew, for the very last time
And see these English planes go burn It was dark over Westphalia, in April of '45
They hung there dependent from the sky
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Like some heavy metal fruit
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die
Junkers Jumo 004
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Bombers at 12 o'clock high.
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