I learned the rites, I learned the flame, The holy words, the healing name. I stitched your flesh, I sealed your bone, Cleric is not my name, you know Chorus 1 I am not your apothocary, Not an emergency healing fairy. I need a diamond, so give me the gold Pay me my due or your armor is sold. You charge in and get smashed in the head, No surprise you wind up dead. “Bring me back,” you plead and weep— Yeah, that’s twice this week. I am not your apothocary, Not an emergency healing fairy. I need a diamond, so give me the gold Pay me my due or your armor is sold. New policy: one heal per fight, Try not to die out of spite. Being divine is a lot of work, it’s true, One more fireball and I’m done with you. Chorus 3 I am not your apothocary, Not an emergency healing fairy. I need a diamond, so give me the gold Pay me my due or your armor is sold. AMEN!
