[Verse 1] I know twelve ways to summon thunder, six to make a dead man speak, three to turn a duke to chickens, one that melts a castle keep. I can freeze a river solid, make a goblin dance on coal, but when somebody asks a favor I still can't cast a simple no. Guild says, “Take this cursed assignment.” Priest says, “You should help the poor.” Duke says, “Just one tiny errand.” Next thing... I'm kicking in a goddamn crypt door. [Pre-Chorus] I've broken seals, I've broken laws I've cast spells nobody should know. Funny what survives all that one little word I never throw. [Chorus] No rune for it. No charm to show. No powdered bone, no candle smoke. I can twist a spell till reason folds, but I still can't tell a living soul NO! All this magic, all this nerve, still doing things I was voluntold I can bend the world to fit my hand can't make myself refuse a simple command simple command... [Verse 2] Bought a scroll from some old hermit. It just read, “Boundaries.” That was twelve gold and a waste of ink. Tried a ring that “strengthens courage.” Made me insult everyone, I think. Asked a hag for bottled backbone. She said, “Side effects include regret.” “Fine.” She said, “Sign here.” I signed. Of course I fucking did. [Verse 3] So I practiced on the easy things. No onions. No lending gold. I will not hold your wyvern. No, that potion looks too old. No, I will not bless your wedding. I don't care whose goat that is. No, your prophecy sounds expensive. No... I'm not getting involved in this. Whoa... That one felt strange. Nothing burst. Nobody died. No curse. No lightning. No God arrived! ________________________________ [Barkeep] Another? [Wizard] No. [Barkeep] Wait. What? ... [Wizard] Do that again. [Barkeep] Another? [Wizard] No. ... Oh. Oh, you bastard. [Final Chorus] No rune for it. No charm to show. No powdered bone, no candle smoke. No ancient tongue, no hidden scroll. Just mean the word and let it go. All this magic, all these years, all these favors I never volunteered turns out freedom wasn't some great spell. Sometimes it's just not saying yes. So keep the quest. Keep the crown. Keep the map and write my name back out. No thunder cracked. No prophecy spoke. I just stood there and said no. [Barkeep] So... still no ale? .... Hey, let's not get reckless now. [Wizard] Two please...
