[drums: steady, jovial beat, like a lively tavern stomp] [acoustic guitar: playful strumming, upbeat and bouncy] [fiddle: light, jaunty melody weaving through] **(Verse 1)** [all instruments join in, lively and rhythmic] I’m the fighter, I take the hits, While the rogue gets rich and the bard just sits. The wizard’s got spells, the cleric’s got light, And I’m here swinging steel every night. [guitar adds a quick flourish, fiddle echoes the melody] My armor’s dented, my sword’s a wreck, But I’m still the one who’s saving your neck. I charge ahead, I clear the way, While you all loot the chest and laugh all day. **(Chorus)** [voices: loud and raucous, like a tavern singalong] Ohhhhhh, the fighter’s life, it’s all blood and sweat, I swing my sword, but I’m drowning in debt! Ohhhhhh, I’m the one who takes the fall, But when the gold gets split, I get nothing at all! **(Verse 2)** [guitar strumming grows more energetic, fiddle adds a cheeky trill] The rogue says, “Thanks!” as they vanish from sight, The bard’s in the corner, composing all night. The wizard’s got scrolls worth a fortune or two, While I’m patching my armor with goblin glue. [drums add a stomping rhythm, like boots on a tavern floor] My shield’s a pancake, my sword’s a twig, But I’ll still charge the dragon while you all dig. The cleric says, “You’re doing just fine!” But they’re not the one on the front line. **(Chorus)** [voices: louder, more boisterous, mugs clinking in the background] Ohhhhhh, the fighter’s life, it’s all blood and sweat, I swing my sword, but I’m drowning in debt! Ohhhhhh, I’m the one who takes the fall, But when the gold gets split, I get nothing at all! **(Bridge)** [tempo slows, instruments drop to just guitar and fiddle] The rogue says, “Buy cheap,” but my gear must last, The bard says, “Relax,” but I swing too fast. The wizard says, “Gold’s just a tool,” But they don’t know the grind of a fighter’s rule. [guitar builds back up, fiddle grows more triumphant] The cleric says, “Pray,” but my body’s weak, The druid says, “Rest,” but I can’t retreat. The potions call, they’re my only shield, But each one I drink, another wound’s revealed. **(Final Chorus)** [all instruments swell, voices at full volume, rowdy and joyous] Ohhhhhh, the fighter’s life, it’s all blood and sweat, I swing my sword, but I’m drowning in debt! Ohhhhhh, I’m the one who takes the fall, But when the gold gets split, I get nothing at all! Ohhhhhh, I fight, I bleed, I pay the price, The fighter’s life is a sacrifice! But raise your mugs, let’s toast tonight, To the one who keeps you all alive in the fight! **(Outro)** [guitar fades to soft strumming, fiddle plays a wandering tune] [voice: spoken, with a grin] “The rogue’s got the gold, the bard’s got the fame, The wizard’s got power, the cleric’s got blame. But me? I’ve got this dented shield and a tab at the bar. Cheers!” [end with a final pluck of the guitar string and a lively fiddle flourish]
