Гречневым чавканьем сильной личности,
Словесного поноса рьяной кавалерией
Ты забейся в сочные ямочки,
Мягкие дырочки
Пулями оставленные
Ведь лучше стучать, чем перестукиваться-
Анонимная философия продавшихся заживо,
За колоссальный бесценок
Заживо погребенных
В летнюю резину изношенных прокламаций,
Обильно смоченных психоанализом
Единым фронтом опочил всуе,
Снулой рыбкой растраченной потенции

Ты, ведущий, *ля, на новые подвиги
Мерзлой веточкой опьянения
Ковырни, ковырни в мыльном вареве
Невыносимо невинного прошлого,
Мыльном вареве хлеба съеденого

А небо все точно такое же,
Как если бы ты не продался...

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.

Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.

Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns

Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high.

Trace your way back 50 years
To the Glow of Dresden - blood and tears
In the black above by the cruel searchlight
Men will die and men will fight - yeah!
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst
No radar lock on - skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home

Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tail gunner
You're a Tail gunner

Nail that Fokker kill that son,
Gonna blow your guts out with my gun,
The weather forecasts good for War
Cologne and Frankfurt? have some more!
Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky
The Enola Gay was my last try
Now that this Tail gunner's gone
No more Bombers (just one big bomb)

ААААААААААААААААААААААА!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!