Behind the Iron Curtain
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 wheel blocks, there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Got to get airborne before it's too late Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Running, scrambling, flying 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 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-109s 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, doing it 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
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at five o'clock they take me to the gallows pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears fall, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you" If there's a God, why has He let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me And though the end is near, I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion Yeah, yeah, yeah Hallowed be thy name Yeah, yeah, yeah Hallowed be thy name Yeah
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers" Napalm screams of human flames For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat And lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine And feed it with our babies The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The body bags and little rags Of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain To put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words And make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of gun The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Midnight, midnight Midnight, is all night Midnight, midnight Midnight, is all night Midnight, all night
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery He killed our tribes, he killed our creed He took our game for his own need We fought him hard, we fought him well Out on the plains we gave him hell But many came, too much for Cree Oh, will we ever be set free? Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom, the stab in the back Women and children are cowards, attack Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Soldier blue in the barren wastes Hunting and killing's their game Raping the women and wasting the men The only good Indians are tame Selling them whiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Yeah Oh, ow Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026