What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?
“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
