Iron Maiden - Aces High lyrics
Iron Maiden [Steve Harris, Dave Murray, Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson, Nicko McBrain, Janick Gers] London, England 🇬🇧
[Iron Maiden - Aces High lyrics]
There goes the siren that warns
Of the air raid there 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
Bandit's 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!
Of the air raid there 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
Bandit's 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!