ME 262

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 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 are ripe and ready to tilt Must these Englishmen live that I might die (yeah) 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 glide path 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 25 bombers wait ripe They hung there dependent from the sky Like some heavy metal fruit These bombers are ripe and ready to tilt Must these Englishmen live that I might die (yeah) Must they live that I might die M.E.-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 Let's go