Naked we come, and naked we go.
from the richest to the poorest.
Earth makes no sale so
consuming even the bravest.

My soul has no hidden compartment.
What you see is what you get.
We are the sum of God’s investment.
But how easily we forget.

One, five or ten, is the talent as of my worth.
But the wicked soul he makes no return.
From a one way ticket to a bottomless pit.
Buried he in the dust my soul come forth.

Naked I come naked I go.
I man a treasure of heaven.
I want you to know.
Naked I come naked I go

Counting days from one to seven.
Naked I come, naked I go.