The Blitz - Paco del Stinko

I've packed up my ditty bag
And wrote my mother a letter
We will be going soon
It looks like good weather

I wish it would rain or snow
For I don't want to go

A feeling beyond description
When you're told of your conscription
But even that sensation pales
When you fly into the gales

I don't want to be known for this
I have no heart for the blitz
Yet we fly

Oh, I'm pretty fond of my mates
Except those that worship the state
We'd all rather be safe at home
Than flying together alone

I don't want to be known for this
I don't have the heart for the blitz
Yet we fly

Oh mother-please don't you cry
Just cast your gaze down
And don't look at the sky
Please don't look at the sky
Just don't look at the sky

Now it's time to look through my lens
At all those poor families and friends
As I give thanks it's not me
We silently set the bombs free

I don't want to be known for this
I don't have the heart for the blitz
Yet we fly
And so many will die
Yet we fly
And so many will die