Blue Oyster Cult Secret Treaties Me262 Goering's on the phone to 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, 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 dependent 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 me on the glidepath Get me through these radars, no I cannot fail When 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, ripened, 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 Now will 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 dependent 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 Junkers Jumo 004 (repeat many times) Bombers at 12 o'clock high
