Iron Maiden - Aces High Lyrics

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Aces High

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What Are The Lyrics For Aces High By Iron Maiden?
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 (running), scrambling (scrambling), flying (flying) Rolling (rolling), turning (turning), diving (diving), going in again Running (running), scrambling (scrambling), flying (flying) Rolling (rolling), turning (turning), diving (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 Bandits at eight 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 (rolling), turning (turning), diving (diving) Rolling (rolling), turning (turning), diving (diving), going in again Rolling (rolling), turning (turning), diving (diving) Rolling (rolling), turning (turning), diving (diving) Run Live to fly Fly to live Do or die Won't you run? Live to fly Fly to live Aces high |
Who Wrote Aces High By Iron Maiden?
Stephen Percy Harris
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