What Good

Lyrics

Rich young man, you think you can Make it through the world on the things you've got, yeah I'll tell you, I know it's true, yeah You can't get to heaven on the things you've bought, no They're gonna leave you They're gonna fade Away, yeah, yeah, yeah What good is it a man To gain the whole world And to forfeit his soul? What good is it a man To gain the whole world And to forfeit his soul? Poor old soul, he got more Than the kings of a thousand countries, yeah What he owns ain't silver or gold This boy is bound for glory He's gonna leave us He's gonna fly Away, yeah, yeah, yeah What good is it a man To gain the whole world And to forfeit his soul? Yeah What good is it a man To gain the whole world And to forfeit his soul? Oh, no, no Oh, no, no