Our fires high and the airbags tightnFood's low but the skies are brightnProps spinning all through the nightnWe're low on cash but seen another targetnnGoggles down and the cannons upnMy blood starts pumping as I drain my cupnI give the wheel a spin and I turn this girl aroundnWe're way above ground but we're closed in on our targetnnFlying Jib is filled with airnEast India ships filled with despairnWe even up, her broadsides barenOur cannons flair but it's just a show of musclennSteady on, she doesn't need to burnnShe tries to flee and she tries to turnnGrappling fire, we latch her hullnShe's starting to roll, but we've got her on a leashnnWith a crew of drunken pilotsnWe're the only airship piratesnWe're full of hot air and we're starting to risenWe're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselves nownnExpendable crew starts to reel her innOur swords are sharpened and we're ready to sinnI'm three miles up, we're about to swing aboardnMy tether's made of leather so I'm not about to fall herennA swish of air and my boots hit decknNo cash, no fuel, no not a specknOur grape shots made this bird a wrecknAnd a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphansnnWith a crew of drunken pilotsnWe're the only airship piratesnWe're full of hot air and we're starting to risenWe're the terror of the skies, but a danger to ourselvesn(repeats)