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 we've 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 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 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 grab her hull we're 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 now 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 tethers 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 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 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 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 now