From down below one enemy spotted.
So hurry up, rearm and refuel
But through the bomber's damaged air frame
See wounded men scattered and burned!Look to the right and then look again
And see the enemy in the eye.
No bullets fly, spared by his mercy
Escorted out, out of harm's way.'Fly, fighting fair'
It's the code of the air.
Brothers, heroes, foes!Killing machine
Honour in the sky!
B-17
Flying home!
Killing machine
Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved.
He risked his life 2 times that day
To save an unknown enemy.
Escort to safety, out of the killzone
A short salute then departed.'Fly, fighting fair'
It's the code of the air.
Brothers, heroes, foesKilling machine
Honour in the sky!
B-17
Flying home!
Killing machine
Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved.(Guitar Solo)
'Fly, fighting fair'
It's the code of the air.
Brothers, heroes, foes!
Killing machine
Honour in the sky!
B-17
Flying home!
Killing machine
Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved
