The Return Of The Red Baron - The Royal Guardsmen

Man and machine and nothing there in between A flying circus and a man from Prussia The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain The western front and all the way to Russia Death from above, you're under fire Stained red as blood, he's roaming higher Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies That's where the legend will arise And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die First to the scene, he is a lethal machine It's Bloody April and the tide is turning Fire at will, it is the thrill of the kill Four in a day shot down with engines burning Embrace the fame, red squadron leader Call out his name, Rote Kampfflieger In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice Eighty allies paid the price And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast again, he's flying too high He's flying higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies And the legend never dies And he's flying And he's flying And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die

Oh, wish I knew where you'll go Oh, you're making plans, I know So do just as you have to do But ask when you get there Would I have pledged my life? I do Who's going to drive away the loneliness? Who's going to justify the ugliness? Who's going to give us our inheritance? Who's going to say we once were innocent? Oh, decisions made too fast Seem to be the ones that last So tell me life is short And don't explain a thing I will never ask you more Now my friends are asking if I got what I was wanting Such a high ranked jerk since moving out of town Handing down the sky when what they wanted was my shoulder No one's got that kind of patience when you're down One day you 'll ask me why I hang around Oh please, stay the way I hate you, stay the way I hate you, can't you? Who's going to drive away the loneliness? Who's going to justify the ugliness? Who's going to give us our inheritance? Who's going to say we once were innocent? Who's going to nullify the carelessness? Who's going to finance our deliverance? Who's going to have a little sympathy? Who's going to say you can't do this to me?