The barons of industry put inspiration on Hitlers tongue The next century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun Its 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 dont exist when times are good Mozarts foster parents put cigarettes out in his ears When he got old enough to stutter he said I dont listen but I-I-I can hear The eloquence of traffic, yeah the milk ponds sad lament Its a requiem of moments I keep living through them But wheres the monster in the closet? I cant find the hangman inside his hood I guess evil dont 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 Its like wading through a wasteland where a town you love once stood You just cry each time you think of when times were good Napoleons 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 youre talking on a hotline to a suicidal soul Dont let your voice sound like hot coffee more like a scented pillow And strive for understanding over being understood Just dont let yourself forget when the times get good When the times get good