Keep yourself poor with nothing to show
Always put the ones who love you on hold
Still seeking riches down another mans road

And the prize is under your nose

You're looking for fools gold, you don't want to know

In front of your face is a vein of pure gold
If you mined your own heart you'd find an empty hole
Foolish pride dressed up as fools gold


Glitter will blind you till you can't see
Living a lie won't set you free

One of these days I hope you'll agree
What you've sown is what you'll reap


You could have the worlds biggest shovel in your hand
And the hardest working crew, man for man
You just don't seem to understand

There's no pay dirt in quicksand