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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 its just a show of muscle Steady on, she doesnt need to burn She tries to flee and she tries to turn Grappling fire, we latch her hull Shes starting to roll, but weve got her on a leash 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 three miles up, we&#
