Sinner, wash your feet in the river

Holy is the lamb that walks itself to the slaughter

Scholar, burn your books and unlearn your letters

Turn your glass from the stars and look instead to the heavens

They would try to herd us all, they say come into the fold

But I won't run to their riverbed to pan for fool's gold

Fool's gold

Fool's gold

Father, bind your son to the mountain pyre

Glory to the man who'd offer all to the fire

Abraham, spare his life and take the ram

Your faith was proven by the sharpened knife

In your willing hand

They would have us close our eyes and never question what we're sold

But I won't buy when I've seen the lie, I know it's fool's gold

Fool's gold

Fool's gold