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Fires high and the airbags tight, foods low but the skies are bright. Props spinning all through the night, we're low on cash but seen another target. Goggles down, cannons up. My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup. I give the wheel a spin and turn this girl around, We're way above ground and we're closing 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, she tries to turn. Grappling fire, we latch her hull. shes starting to roll, but weve got her on a leash Chorus 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 3 miles up, we're about to swing aboard. My tethers 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 Grape shots made this bird a wreck. And a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphans Chorus 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.