• Fools Gold, O Fools gold , your trickery knows no repent.
    Your appearance may seem pure, but you have a corrupted intent.
    Toying with man’s mind, and playing with his soul
    And on your departure, all you leave is an empty and vacant hole.
    Fool’s Gold, O Fool’s Gold, your trickery knows no end.
    Your trickery worked on me for sure, my broken heart I must mend