Feel the roar of the plane on the dark runway
We do a Comm-check and get the towers OK
As we take off, - high up in the sky.
Flying over land for six hours long
At fifty thousand feet Zep is playing a song
Somewhere, -over the Mid East.
Looking out the window at the never ending sky
With a twist of a few knobs and we go into a dive
As the bottom doors – of the plane are opening.
We wait for the clearance and let the cluster bombs fly
A flying nightmare in the midnight sky
A target - we can not see...
D E Bm (pound) A B52 Bomber Stealth!
D E Fifty K High in the Sky
D E A Bombardiere
W.M.D.!
The bombs are dropped electronic visual display
A faceless target and a slight delay
They hit! – Mass destruction!
The huge bird turns 90 at thirty thousand feet
We make radio contact, mission complete
Were used in, – violence and death.
The enemy on the ground knows were high in the air
They cant place a trace, with our smiles with a dare
We head back – to the runway.
The night of the sky falls once again
We turn and loop around over head
Of the long lights – of the runway..
D E Bm (pound) A B52 Bomber Stealth!
D E Fifty K High in the sky
D E A bombardiere...
W.M.D.!
We do a Comm-check and get the towers OK
As we take off, - high up in the sky.
Flying over land for six hours long
At fifty thousand feet Zep is playing a song
Somewhere, -over the Mid East.
Looking out the window at the never ending sky
With a twist of a few knobs and we go into a dive
As the bottom doors – of the plane are opening.
We wait for the clearance and let the cluster bombs fly
A flying nightmare in the midnight sky
A target - we can not see...
D E Bm (pound) A B52 Bomber Stealth!
D E Fifty K High in the Sky
D E A Bombardiere
W.M.D.!
The bombs are dropped electronic visual display
A faceless target and a slight delay
They hit! – Mass destruction!
The huge bird turns 90 at thirty thousand feet
We make radio contact, mission complete
Were used in, – violence and death.
The enemy on the ground knows were high in the air
They cant place a trace, with our smiles with a dare
We head back – to the runway.
The night of the sky falls once again
We turn and loop around over head
Of the long lights – of the runway..
D E Bm (pound) A B52 Bomber Stealth!
D E Fifty K High in the sky
D E A bombardiere...
W.M.D.!
envoyé par giorgio - 16/12/2011 - 13:10
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Lyrics & Music by Edward Zurick
Album: War & Peace
"The Iraq & Afghan war... the soldiers behind the scenes of implementing it! This was my vision of flying a B-52 over the Mid-East. Although the USA pointed fingers at Iraq for having WMD. We used WMD to destroy them! That is the jest of this song.."