No Bullets Fly

From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel But through the bomber's damaged air frame See wounded men scattered and burned 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, thunder in the sky 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, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved (Oh oh oh) Fly, fighting fair It's the code of the air Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved