Aces High Songtext
von Machine Men
Aces High Songtext
There goes the sirens, the ones for the air raid
There comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the flunder, we′ve got to get airborne
Got to get out for the coming attack
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove from the wing, no get slowed down to waste
Gathering speed as we head down to run away
Got to get airborne before it's too late
Running, running, scaling, scaling, flying, flying
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Going in again
Running, running, scaling, scaling, flying, flying
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Run, live to fly
Fly to live, do or die
Won′t you run, live to fly
Fly to live, aces high
Moving on forward, the Mess with our brothers
Let down the choppers and let down our way
Roll over, spin round, they're coming behind them
Move to the blinds, start the firing again
Burning the eight, look, they're moving behind us
They′re moving right on the dogs of the sun
Scaling and turning our speed, face to face them
Heading straight for them, I press down my guns
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Going in again
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Run, live to fly
Fly to live, do or die
Won′t you run, live to fly
Fly to live, aces high
There comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the flunder, we′ve got to get airborne
Got to get out for the coming attack
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove from the wing, no get slowed down to waste
Gathering speed as we head down to run away
Got to get airborne before it's too late
Running, running, scaling, scaling, flying, flying
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Going in again
Running, running, scaling, scaling, flying, flying
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Run, live to fly
Fly to live, do or die
Won′t you run, live to fly
Fly to live, aces high
Moving on forward, the Mess with our brothers
Let down the choppers and let down our way
Roll over, spin round, they're coming behind them
Move to the blinds, start the firing again
Burning the eight, look, they're moving behind us
They′re moving right on the dogs of the sun
Scaling and turning our speed, face to face them
Heading straight for them, I press down my guns
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Going in again
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Rolling, rolling, turning, turning, diving, diving
Run, live to fly
Fly to live, do or die
Won′t you run, live to fly
Fly to live, aces high
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