The barons of industry put inspiration on Hitler's tongue

The next century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun

It's race for acquisition and to make more things that glow

I got a knack for dodging bullets and flying zeros

So I act like I am rich, try and make it my whole look

Cause 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 can hear

The eloquence of traffic, yeah the milk ponds sad lament 

It's a requiem of moments I keep living through them

But where's 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 pace-maker

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 leap to solace or a life long bender

It's like wading through a wasteland where a town you love 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

Saying anyone can be a hero you just got to force people to look up to you

So when you're talking on a 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 the times get good [repeat]