Me 262 Lyrics - Blue Oyster Cult

Göring'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 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 

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 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 

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 

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 Jumo 004 

Bombers at twelve o'clock high