Blue Oyster Cult Lyrics

Blue Oyster Cult Lyrics

"ME 262 Lyrics"


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
I Don't Want To Throw Rice Lyrics
She married the one I love today When my back was turned she took him away Now while they're all outside, waiting to throw rice What I want to throw will surely black her eyes 'Cause I don't want to

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 twent
No Clouds Lyrics
Oooh Woke up this morning Opened up my curtains What do I see But a lovely day Sun shinning down No sign of the clouds Don't wanna go to work Cos I got to play Call all my peeps
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
Can't Erase It Lyrics
Follow the crowd and love everybody now 'Cause love is the best thing for you now But you changed your mind, you let everybody down But down is the best place for you It's easier that way, you know it's
BR> 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