Verse 1 We dropped through the overcast silent as death Our twenty pounders trained on the airship ahead Grapplers sailed across. We stormed over her trim. The war between brothers ablaze at the Pacific rim.
Verse 2 Her captain shouted at the sight of my raiders, "You're lower than the worst goddamned traitors. You've got my ship, but you've still lost your war." With my sabre to his neck, I demanded more
He tossed me a cable he'd long ago received I saw with my eyes but could scarcely believe Four months ago, as we set fire to the skies Our countrymen fell broken at the Mason-Dixon line
Chorus Still we press on... (Go!) Towards the waning sun... (Go!) Our bow cutting hard through the air Never looking back... (No!) We'll never go back... (No!) Only misfortune lives there.
Verse 2 We hove to on the Australian coast Took on stores as I confirmed the worst. Amnesty had fallen all but my crew Accidental pirates now hunted by the Blue
The ship was weighed off. The ballast vented. A ship of pariahs no longer protected. By the flag we still gallantly fly By the cause for which we'll bravely die.