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, pacified, didn't seem to understand.
Fool's gold.
Fool's gold.
Fool's gold.
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 says, we don't sell sympathy.
Tells a strange story about his father.
On Sunday morning, they'd go down to the church on the corner.
As time goes older, his thoughts, they grow younger.
It is his wish to search no longer.
Fool's gold.
The food's gone
Searching for
The food's gone
The food's gone
The food's gone
The food's gone
The food's gone
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?
Now he swoops with clawed claws to take her
Where's the shark so savage is she maw?
Oh my God, is there no one who can save her?
Intoxicated
Steps of facts to thunderous applause
The food's gone
The food's gone
You better believe it
The food's gone
The food's gone