No Bullets Fly

From down below, one enemy spotted
So hurry up, rearm and refuel
But through the bomber's damaged air frame
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 kill zone
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