Airship Pirate Lyrics - Singles - Abney Park

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 

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 

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 

(repeats)