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