In the year of the famine, when starvation and black death raged across the land,
there were many driven by the hunger to set sail for the Americas.
In search of a new life and a new hope.
Oh, but there were some that couldn't cope.
And they spent their life in search of fool's gold.
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The old prospector, he makes it to the falling highway.
His old compadre, he lays dead in the sand.
Without stretched hands, he cries, are you going my way?
The people pass him by, didn't seem to understand.
Fool's gold.
Fool's gold.
Fool's gold.
Fool's gold.
Oh, but Joe was just lying and ain't gonna.
He's gone as low as any man.
Can be.
He calls for wine, but they'll only sell him water.
The bartender says we don't sell sympathy.
Tells a strange story about his father.
On Sunday morning, they go down to the church on the parlor.
As time grows older, his thoughts, they grow younger.
It is his wish to search no longer.
Fool's gold.
Fool's gold.
Fool's gold.
Oh, but his people are searching for
Fool's gold.
Hey!
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Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Fools go
Fools go
Fools go
Fools go
The vulture sits on top of the big top circus arena
Seen the show before, knows someone's gonna fall
Just near the part where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerina
Forgets the safety net, isn't that at all
Down he swoops with claws, going to take her
Where's the shark, so savage is she bald
Oh my god, is there no one who can save her
In the steps of facts, to thunder and to glass
Fools go
Fools go
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