Me262 Songtext

My Captain Von Ondine, here's 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, 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 the mirrors, keep in the glidepath



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 twenty five bombers wait ripe



They hung there dependant 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

Now 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



They hung there dependant 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



Must these Englishmen live that I might die

Junker.s jommo 004 (repeat many times)

Bombers at 12 o'clock high