A little rough around the edges… oh yes, that’s him
Filthy from sleeping in ditches and hedges…. oh yes, that’s him
But you’re going to want him when your outlook’s getting grim
He may be a common sellsword
But he’s all you can af-ford
And you want a surly horde … that’s just like him.
I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT COMES INTO MY HEAD WHEN I’M DRIVING.