Jon Benton MacKinder swords for hire

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In the dark of a harbor town
We make our way.
Tonight, the demise of a criminalpolitician
And we take our pay.
We are the swords for hire.
We have a fast airship.
If you've got a job for us,
We don't care much what it is.
We'll bang the drums, or be discreet.
If you've got the gold for us,
We'll bring the steam.
I will return again,
No way to hold me in.
Time-lord Airship Captain
Call me MAGNIFICENT.
We dance the dance
In the skies, in the dead of night
We sail away,
Top hat, brass goggles and guns -
This is our way.
We are the swords for hire.
We have a fast airship.
If you've got a job for us,
We don't care much what it is.
I will return again,
No way to hold me in.
Time-lord Airship Captain
Call me MAGNIFICENT.
I will escape again,
No way to hold me in.
Time-lord Airship Captain
Call me MAGNIFICENT.

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