Our 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 it´s just a show of muscle

Steady on, she doesn´t need to burn
She tries to flee and she tries to turn
Grappling fire, we latch her hull
She´s starting to roll, but we´ve got her on a leash

With a crew of drunken pilots
We´re the only airship pirates
We´re full of hot air and we´re starting to rise
We´re the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves

With a crew of drunken pilots
We´re the only airship pirates
We´re full of hot air and we´re starting to rise
We´re the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves

Expendable crew starts to reel her in
Our swords are sharpened and we´re ready to sin
I´m three miles up, we´re about to swing aboard
My tether´s made of leather so I´m 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
We´re the only airship pirates
We´re full of hot air and we´re starting to rise
We´re the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves
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