From down below one enemy's barren.
So hurry up, rearm and refuel,
But through the bomber's damaged air frame
See wouned men scattered and burned!
Look to the right and then look again,
See the enemy right 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,
Thunder 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, foes
Killing machine,
Thunder in the sky!
B-17,
Flying home!
Killing machine,
Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
'Fly, fighting fair',
It's the code of the air.
Brothers, heroes, foes!
Killing machine,
Thunder in the sky!
B-17,
Flying home!
Killing machine,
Said goodbye to the Cross he deserved.
Writer(s): Paer Sundstroem, Joakim Broden, Kenny Lars Kaengstroem
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