The barons of the industry put inspiration on Hitler’s tongue Then the century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun It’s a race for acquisition and to make more things that glow I’ve got a knack for dodging bullets and flying zeroes So I act like I am rich, try and make it my whole look Because poor people don’t exist when times are good
Mozart’s foster parents put cigarettes out in his ears When he got old enough to stutter, he said, “I don’t listen but I-I-I, I can hear” The eloquence of traffic, yeah, the mill pond’s sad lament It’s a requiem of moments, I keep living through them But where is the monster in the closet? I can’t find the hangman inside his hood I guess evil don’t exist when times are good
Doctor Oppenheimer winced when he felt the broken piece of his pacemaker Unbuttoned his shirt on a subway platform, clutching his chest while his vision blurred He saw the bane of his creation. The destroyer of the world Yeah, truth can lead to solace or a lifelong bender It’s like wading through a wasteland where a town you loved once stood You just cry each time you think of when times were good
Napoleon’s tailor dressed him in a giant hat and funny platform shoes He said, “Anyone can be a hero, you just got to force people to look up to you” So when you’re talking on the hotline to a suicidal soul Don’t let your voice sound like hot coffee, more like a scented pillow And strive for understanding over being understood
Just don’t let yourself forget when the times get good When times get good When times get good