| Song | Fools Gold |
| Artist | Spiritual Beggars |
| Album | On Fire |
| Seeing is believing | |
| Or so they say | |
| But who’s to judge | |
| What’s real anyway? | |
| I know it’s fake | |
| So get off your high horse | |
| You’d rather have this dream | |
| Than your tears and heartaches | |
| I’m sorry | |
| But I can’t help you | |
| I’m really sorry | |
| But I’m busy chasing fools gold | |
| It’s always been this way | |
| I gotta ride my own wave | |
| Can’t intellectualise | |
| There’s no compromise | |
| I’m not like you | |
| I can only be me | |
| And that’s something | |
| You never quite figured out |
| Seeing is believing | |
| Or so they say | |
| But who' s to judge | |
| What' s real anyway? | |
| I know it' s fake | |
| So get off your high horse | |
| You' d rather have this dream | |
| Than your tears and heartaches | |
| I' m sorry | |
| But I can' t help you | |
| I' m really sorry | |
| But I' m busy chasing fools gold | |
| It' s always been this way | |
| I gotta ride my own wave | |
| Can' t intellectualise | |
| There' s no compromise | |
| I' m not like you | |
| I can only be me | |
| And that' s something | |
| You never quite figured out |