| Lyrics: | 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 engines
Remove all the wheelblocks
theres 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
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you 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 to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and
firing again
Bandits at 8 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 |
