here's a mountain and it's mighty high You cannot see the top unless you fly And there's molehill of proven ground There ain't no where to go if hang around Everybody wants sell what's already been sold tell told What's use money gonna break mold? Even at center fire there is cold All that glitters gold There's an ocean despair are people livin' They're unhappy each every day But hell not fashion so whatcha tryin' say? gold lady 99 years old If she led good life heaven takes her soul Now that's theory don't wanna know Step aside make way for those who want (Sold) (Told) bein' young get old? (Old) (Cold) (glitters) no