Fool\'s Gold

My head is heavy and bent like a crane

The wrecking ball blues are coming again

And Latham says "font>]babe, you know life is a ride"

but living\'s no fun when you\'re dead inside.

I pierce myself to wake up my veins

I\'d pierce my heart if I thought things would change

But I\'m just like the skin that\'s been stung and restung

And the campfire songs that are sung and resung

For a girl of my age why am I so numb?

I\'ve been chasing a lie I was sold

Running down thieves and fool\'s gold

And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal

I\'ve been swallowed up by greed. I\'ve been spat upon by lust

If they ain\'t playing with your money they\'re playing with your trust

And I\'m trying so hard to stop sitting still

To gather the juice that\'s been spent or been spilled

To find a spark in myself that hasn\'t been killed

Cause if Death doesn\'t get you then Life surely will

I\'ve been chasing a lie I was sold

Running down thieves and fool\'s gold

And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal

We\'ve been chasing a lie we were sold

We\'re running down thieves and fool\'s gold

And these Christmas dreams are just painted

Just painted, Just painted, Just painted

Coal

Talk about an early frost.