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
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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