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]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
