I've been flyin' these skies so long

Hearin' the same old bongs

I know every crag in these dirty great rocks of Bruin

To get you from here 'cross to there

I usually ask for a fare

Like some metal or mints

There's been a lot of compromisin'

But from now I am advisin'

That I'll only fly for a gem that's shinin' at me

Like a firestone now, boy

Red and bright in my saddle if you want to make me go

I'd like a firestone now, boy

Not more gold and silver from children I don't even know

No longer will I stoop - swoop - so low

Well, I really don't like Lord Fear

And I didn't speak for a year

If you don't mind my spine, dungeoneer, then I'll take you the wrong way

And one day I'll retire to a pit

With a sometime jester and a dungeoneer sharing their wit

With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe

It may not sound too enterprisin'

For my pension I'm advisin'

That I want a vault full of gems that shine up at me...