Flight 666
We shall go on to the end We shall fight in France We shall fight over the seas and oceans We shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air We shall defend our island whatever the cost may be We shall fight on beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds We shall fight in the fields and in the streets We shall fight on the hills We shall never surrender!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
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 am a man who walks alone And when I'm walking a dark road At night, or strolling through the park When the light begins to change I sometimes feel a little strange A little anxious when it's dark Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Have you run your fingers down the wall And have you felt your neck skin crawl When you're searching for the light? Sometimes when you're scared to take a look At the corner of the room You've sensed that something's watching you Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard footsteps behind And turned around, and no one's there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you're sure there's someone there Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Fear of the dark Fear of the dark Fear of the dark Fear of the dark Fear of the dark Fear of the dark Fear of the dark Fear of the dark Watching horror films the night before Debating witches and folklore The unknown troubles on your mind Maybe your mind is playing tricks You sense, and suddenly eyes fix On dancing shadows from behind Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there When I'm walking a dark road I am a man who walks alone
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