текстOur fires high and the airbags tight Food's low but the skies are bright Props spinning all through the night We're low on cash but seen another target
Goggles down and the cannons up My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup I give the wheel a spin and I turn this girl around We're way above ground but we're closed in on our target
Flying Jib is filled with air East India ships filled with despair We even up, her broadsides bare Our cannons flair but its just a show of muscle
Steady on, she doesnt need to burn She tries to flee and she tries to turn Grappling fire, we latch her hull Shes starting to roll, but weve got her on a leash
With a crew of drunken pilots Were the only airship pirates Were full of hot air and were starting to rise Were the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves now
Expendable crew starts to reel her in Our swords are sharpened and we're ready to sin Im three miles up, we're about to swing aboard My tether's made of leather so Im not about to fall here
A swish of air and my boots hit deck No cash, no fuel, no not a speck Our grape shots made this bird a wreck And a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphans
With a crew of drunken pilots Were the only airship pirates Were full of hot air and were starting to rise Were the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves