Airship Pirate

[Morbid_System]

I know I have some of these wrong, so, halp. Parts that I KNOW need clarification are in brackets. Feel free to comment on others as you see fit.

Our flag's high and the airbag's tacked
Our food's low but the skies are black
The prop's spinning all through the night
We're low on cash, but we've seen another target

Goggles down and the cannon's up
My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup
I give the wheel a spin and I turn the skid around
We're way above ground, but we're cruising on a target

Our flying [dream] is filled with air
East [is the] ship filled with despair
We even up, our broadside's bare,
Our cannons flare, but it's just a show of muscle

Still the engine has a need to burn
She tries to flee and she tries to turn
Crippling fire, we grab her hull,
[We step in the road] but we've got her on a leash

We're 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 we did it to ourselves^]
(x2)

[Expendable crews] just to reel her in
Our swords are shackled and they're ready to sail*
Three miles up we're about to spill aboard
[...] So I'm not about to fall here

[...]
No cash, no food, no, not a speck
A creep shot's made, this [...]
[...] below deck, she's a crew of mugs and orphans

We're 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 we did it to ourselves^]
(x2)


^The last line of the chorus could also be 'we're addicted to ourselves'. XD
*Could also be 'sin'



Hehe. This is what I did instead of studying for my World Lit Final.
Much preferred. XD "You know you're a successful musician when you aid college students in procrastination."

[meowwl]

Our fire's high and the airbag's tight
Our food's low but the skies are bright
Our prop's spinning all through the night
We're low on cash, but we've seen another target

Goggles down and the cannon's 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 cruising on our target

Our flying jib is filled with air
East india ship's filled up the spare
We even up, her broadside's bare,
Our cannons flare, but it's just a show of muscle

Still the engine has a need to burn
She tries to flee and she tries to turn
Grappling fire, we grab her hull,
Was startin' to roll but we've got her on a leash

We're 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
With the danger to ourselves
now
(x2)

Expendable crew starts to reel her in
Our swords are sharp and they're ready to sin
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 then I get to the deck
No cash, no food, no, not a speck
Our grapeshot's made this bird a wreck
And a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphans

We're 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
With the danger to ourselves now.
(x2)

[Exornata]

This is what I've got:

The fire's high and the airbag's tight
Food's low but the skies look bright
Prop's spinning on through the night
We're low on cash - we've seen another target

Goggle's down and the cannon's up
My blood starts pumping as I darin my cup
I give the wheel the spin and I turn this girl around
we're way above ground but we're cruising on our target

Our flying jib is filled with air
East India ships filled with despair
They're giving it up their broadside's bare
Our cannon's flare but it's just a show of muscle

Still the engine doesn't need to burn
She tries to flee and she tries to turn
Grappling fire we grab ahold
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
With the danger to ourselves now.
[x2]

[sounds of shooting; violin solo]

Expendable crews {???}
Our swords are sharp and we're ready to sin
We're three miles up; we're about to swing aboard
My tether's made of leather so I'm not about to fall here

Swish of air and my boots hit the deck
No cash no food no not a speck
Our grapeshot's made this bird a wreck
A peek below the 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
With the danger to ourselves now.
[x2]

[K. Smithington]

Yeah, I heard
"Filled with despair"
too.
Filled up the spare doesn't make sense, don't try to make it make sense.

[meowwl]

Yeah, I think you guys are right about that part., it is "Filled with despair", and I think on another listen with the earwax removed, that it's "Swish of air and my boots hit deck." I'm also thinking that it's "But a glance below deck..." not "And." Most of the time in the first verse the initial "Our' is elided, not fully pronounced.

Our fire's high and the airbag's tight
Food's low but the skies are bright
'R prop's spinning all through the night
We're low on cash, but we've seen another target

Goggles down and the cannon's 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 cruising on our target

Our flying jib is filled with air
East india ship's filled with despair
We even up, her broadside's bare,
Our cannons flare, but it's just a show of muscle

Still the engine has a need to burn
She tries to flee and she tries to turn
Grappling fire, we grab her hull,
Was startin' to roll but we've got her on a leash

We're 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
With the danger to ourselves
(x2)
Now

Expendable crew starts to reel her in
Our swords are sharp and then they're ready to sin
Three miles up we're about to swing aboard
My tether's made of leather so I'm not about to fall here

Swish of air then my boots hit deck
No cash, no food, no, not a speck
Our grapeshot's made this bird a wreck
But a glance below deck shows a crew of nuns and orphans

We're 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
With the danger to ourselves.
(x4)
Now-ow

[K. Smithington]

I hear "Swish of air when my boots hit deck"

[meowwl]

I hear "Swish of air when my boots hit deck"

Eh, doesn't make sense to me...boots don't swish when they hit a deck, they swish before they hit deck...they thump when they hit a deck.

[K. Smithington]

I see your point, but when have technicalities stopped Robert....

[Morbid_System]

"Swish of air then my boots hit deck" makes sense also...implying swinging off of something or jumping down from something.

[beccali]

I wonder what they're gonna do to the orphans and nuns...

[Miange]

hehe im loving this song!