What Good

Rich young man, you think you can

Make it through the world on the things

you've got

I'll tell you, I know it's true

You can't get to heaven on things you've

bought

They're going to leave you

They're going to fade away

What good is it a man

To gain the whole world

And forfeit his soul

What good is it a man

To gain the whole world

And forfeit his soul

Poor old soul, he got more

Than the kings of a thousand countries

What he owns ain't silver or gold

This boy is bound for glory

He's going to leave us

He going to fly away