Aces High

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid, then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we’ve got to get airborne, got to get up for the coming attack Jump in the cockpit and start up the engine, remove all the wheel blocks there’s no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway, gotta get airborne before it’s too late Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Won’t you run? Live to fly, fly to live Aces high Move into 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 eight o’clock move in behind us, ten ME-109’s 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 Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Won’t you run? Live to fly, fly to live Aces high