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




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