Nowhere left to run
Not after what we've done
Oh you're like a demon
You caught me just for fun
Oh you're a deacon
At the temple of treason
I am a heathen
I'm hiding from the sun
Fool's gold in the king's court
You and I are on the threshing floor
Losing points in a death sport
I guess we got what we came here for
Mmmm yeah fool's gold yeah
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Your lies taste like blasphemy
Like the bittersweet fruit of Eden
Oh I'm material for your alchemy
Transforming after dark in the garden
Well I don't pray for her sympathy
But I pray for your holy pardon
Split the silence in symphony
Regenerate these roots that are rotten
Fool's gold in the king's court
You and I are on the threshing floor
Losing points in a death sport
I guess we got what we came here for
Mmmm yeah fool's gold yeah
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Mmmm yeah fool's gold yeah
Fool's gold
Fool's gold