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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 | |
| − | We | + | 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 | ||
| + | |||
| + | 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 | ||
Revision as of 09:26, 13 October 2012
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
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
