Not the brightest spark

Just a hapless fool

There was so much on offer

Why did you offer the jewel?

It was there for the taking

What you needed to use

But you replied with rubbish

When he demanded the truth

*Cool down monster, cool off

Cool down monster, cool off

You speak of times and legends

I need some direction

I would be leaving, if I was able

But I'm waiting on the clues from your table*

You were pretty bad at riddles

It was one out of three

Then your fate was sealed by illiteracy

For a jar with no sweets

You gave as your toll

And you broke every bone

When you fell in that hole

*You speak of times and legends

But I need some direction

I would be leaving, if I was able

But I'm waiting on the clues from your table

What you know should not decide

Whether you live or whether you die

Three truths you sought

One is all you got

Victory passes by

And you speak of times and legends

But I need some direction

I would be leaving, if I was able

I'm waiting on the clues from your table... hey!*