There's a mountain and it's mighty high You cannot see the top, unless you fly There's a molehill, of proven ground There ain't nowhere to go if you hang around
1-Everybody wants to sell what's already been sold Everybody wants to tell what's already been told What's the use of money If you ain't gonna break the mold Even at the center of the fire, there is cold And all that glitters ain't gold And all that glitters ain't gold
There's an ocean, of despair There are people livin' there They're unhappy, each and every day Hell is not fashion, so whatcha tryin' to say? (repeat 1)
There's a lady, ninety nine-years-old If she led a good life, heaven takes her soul That's a theory and if you don't want to know Step aside and make a way for those who want to go...