Attack, attack the sky is on fire

Tonight we strike as hard as we can

Get back, get back stay down in your cellars

We are the Brittish Bomber command

It’s time to pay for what you’ve done

You can not hide you can not run

This time is it for real

A massacre with raining bombs, many thousand tons

Women and children, so it must be

Now I want something to burn

And tables to turn

Brittish steel; time to spread the word

Chorus:

Strike hard, strike sure my lads

Be proud; no turning back

This is what we do is for the queen and the empire

Strike hard, strike sure now boys

No fear will come to us

Now we are about to save the world

We fly, you die; the winged assassins

For peace we kill as much as we can

But what is right and what is wronng

What the hell is going on

Obeying orders; that’s what we do

In war; there ain’t no giving in

The trick is to win

The allied force; an army without sin

Chorus

Solo

Now I want something to burn

And tables to turn

Brittish steel; time to spread the word

Strike hard; strike sure

Strike hard; strike sure

Chorus