Up there with the birds and the angels and the bombs
89 missions and I ain't 21
Thinking of my mother and the girl I left behind
Come on, silver darling, we were born to fly
Yeah, we were born to fly
Well we thirst and we hunger and we love and we comfort now and then But we fight over money and power like water and bread Oh but it's simple the reason we're turning our backs on our friends 'Cause this brotherly love is such a hard thing to get through our heads