The barons of the industry put inspiration on Hitler's tongue
Then next century crashed hard, with a loud sound like a starting gun
So it's a race for acquisition and to make more things that glow
I've got a knack for dodging bullets and all those flying zeroes
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
So when he got old enough to stutter, he said
"I don't listen but I-I-I, I can hear"
The eloquence of traffic, and the milk pond's sad lament
It's a requiem of moments I just 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, the truth can lead to solace or one 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
Saying, "Anyone can be a hero, you just gotta force people to look up to you"
So if you're talking on the hotline to a suicidal soul
Don't let your voice sound like hot coffee, try for a 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
When the times get good
When the times get good
When the times get good
When the times get good
When it's good