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      (Chorus)   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      (Repeat Chorus)      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      (Chorus repeats)