When starvation and black death raged across the land
There were many driven by their hunger
To set sail for the americas
In search of a new life and a new hope
Oh but there were some who couldn't cope
And they spent their life
In search of fool's gold
The old prospector
He makes it to the four lane highway
His old compadre
Lies dead in the sand
With outstretched hands
He cries, "are you going my way? "
The people passing by don't seem to understand
The curse of fool's gold
Broken joe just lying in a gutter
He's gone as low as any man can be
He calls for wine but they'll only serve him water
The bartender say "we don't sell sympathy"
He tells a strange story
About his father
How sunday mornings they'd go down
To the church on the corner
As time grows older
His thoughts they grow younger
It is his wish
To search no longer for fool's gold
The vulture sits on top
Of the big top circus arena
He's seen this show before
Knows someone is going to fall
Just near the part
Where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerine
Forgets that the safety net
Isn't there at all
Down he swoops with claws drawn to take her
Razor sharp so savagely is she mauled
Oh my god, is there no one who can save her?
In steps the fox to thunderous applause
Fool's gold
In the year of the famine When starvation and black death raged across the land There were many driven by their hunger To set sail for the americas In search of a new life and a new hope Oh but there were some who couldn't cope And they spent their life In search of fool's gold The old prospector He makes it to the four lane highway His old compadre Lies dead in the sand With outstretched hands He cries, "are you going my way? " The people passing by don't seem to understand The curse of fool's gold Broken joe just lying in a gutter He's gone as low as any man can be He calls for wine but they'll only serve him water The bartender say "we don't sell sympathy" He tells a strange story About his father How sunday mornings they'd go down To the church on the corner As time grows older His thoughts they grow younger It is his wish To search no longer for fool's gold The vulture sits on top Of the big top circus arena He's seen this show before Knows someone is going to fall Just near the part Where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerine Forgets that the safety net Isn't there at all Down he swoops with claws drawn to take her Razor sharp so savagely is she mauled Oh my god, is there no one who can save her? In steps the fox to thunderous applause Fool's gold Explain Request ×
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