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      Bombers at 12 o'clock high