There goes the siren that warns of the outrage.
There comes the sound of the guns sounding flat.
Our fathers' struggle,
we've got to get our ball.
Got to get the ball, the community.
Jump in the gun, we don't stand a chance.
Remove all the wheel locks,
there's no time to wait.
Gather in speed as we head down the runway.
Got to get the ball, before it's too late.
Run in, scram in,
fly in.
Rolling,
jumping,
jumping.
Do it again.
Run in, scram in, fly in.
Rolling, jumping, jumping.
Do it again.
Run,
live to fly.
Fly to live,
do not die.
Won't you run, live to fly.
Fly
Moving to fire at the mainstream, our bombers.
Let off a sharp burst, then turn away.
Roll over, comrades, and spin in behind them.
Look to the bright sides, fire with a glance.
Bandits, the little crack of it behind us.
Dead enemy, one of those nights out of sight.
Ascending and turning,
us big birds will face them.
And it's time for them, our best time against.
Rolling, jumping,
jumping.
Rolling, scram, scram, fly in.
Do it again.
Hey, it's just.