Lyrics ME 262 - Blue Öyster Cult

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