Our fires high and the airbags tightFood's low but the skies are brightProps spinning all through the nightWe're low on cash but seen another targetGoggles down and the cannons upMy blood starts pumping as I drain my cupI give the wheel a spin and I turn this girl aroundWe're way above ground but we're closed in on our targetFlying Jib is filled with airEast India ships filled with despairWe even up, her broadsides bareOur cannons flair but its just a show of muscleSteady on, she doesnt need to burnShe tries to flee and she tries to turnGrappling fire, we latch her hullShes starting to roll, but weve got her on a leashWith a crew of drunken pilotsWere the only airship piratesWere full of hot air and were starting to riseWere the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves nowExpendable crew starts to reel her inOur swords are sharpened and we're ready to sinIm three miles up, we're about to swing aboardMy tether's made of leather so Im not about to fall hereA swish of air and my boots hit deckNo cash, no fuel, no not a speckOur grape shots made this bird a wreckAnd a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphansWith a crew of drunken pilotsWere the only airship piratesWere full of hot air and were starting to riseWere the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves