Summer of '41

I got my first real attack,

going on the eastern front.

Pushed until we got to Moscow.

It was the summer of forty-one.

Me and some field commanders,

Had some tanks and we tried real hard.

Model quit, Von Bock got shot dead,

Should’ve known we’d never get far.

Oh, when I look back now,

That summer went way too quickly.

And if it weren’t winter,

Yeah, we’d always win.

Yeah, those were the best days of the reich.

Ain't no use in dropping bombs,

When the tanks have no fuel.

Spent my evenings besieging moscow.

And rounding up the jews, yeah.

Standing on the Russian plains

You told me that we’d win forever.

Oh, but when stalingrad held,

I knew that it was now or never.

Those were the best days of my life.

Oh, yeah

Back in the summer of forty-two, oh

Man, we were killin' Soviets, we were strong and mighty

We needed to get oil

I guess nothin' can last forever, forever, no

Yeah

And now the fronts are changin'

Look, there’s paratroopers raining down.

Sometimes when I see a panzer,

I think about you, wonder what went wrong

Standin' on the eastern front,

You told me that it'd last forever

Oh, but when normandy fell,

I knew that it was now or never

Those were the last days of my reich

Oh, yeah

Back in the summer of forty-one, oh

It was the summer of forty-two, oh, yeah

Me and my breakout in forty-four, oh

It was the winter, the winter, the winter of forty-five, yeah