From down below an enemy spotted
So hurry up, rearm and refuel
But through the bomber’s damaged airframe
See wounded men, scared to their bone
Look to the right and then look again
And see the enemy 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) Honour in the skies
(B-17) Flying home
(Killing machine) Said goodbye to the cross he deserved
He risked his life two 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) Honour in the skies
(B-17) Flying home
(Killing machine) Said goodbye to the cross he deserved
Fly, fighting fair, it’s the code of the air
Brothers, heroes, foes
(Killing machine) Honour in the skies
(B-17) Flying home
(Killing machine) Said goodbye to the cross he deserved