Fool's Gold - Demo

Broken Joe just lying in a gutter
He's gone as low as any man can be
He called for wine but they only served him water
The bartender says, "We don't sell sympathy"

Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold

The old prospector, he makes it to the four lane highway
His old compadre, he lays dead in the sand
With outstretched hands he cries, "Are you going my way?"
People passing by didn't understand

He tells a strange story about his father
On 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

Fool's gold (oh, he don't need it)
Fool's gold (but he keeps on searching)
Fool's gold
Fool's gold (hey)

Fool's gold
Fool's gold (oh, my)
Fool's gold (I need my)
Fool's gold

The vulture sits on top of the big top circus arena
He's seen this show before, knows someone's gonna fall
Just near the part where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerina
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 hero to thunderous applause

Fool's gold (you don't believe it)
Fool's gold (but you need it)
Fool's gold (oh)
Fool's gold