Napoleon's Hat

The barons of the industry put inspiration on Hitler's tongue
Then the century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun
It's a race for acquisition and to make more things that glow
I've got a knack for dodging bullets and 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
When he got old enough to stutter, he said, I don't listen but I-I-I, I can hear
The eloquence of traffic, yeah, the milk pond's sad lament
It's a requiem of moments I 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, truth can lead to solace or a 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
He said, Anyone can be a hero, you just gotta force people to look up to you
So when you're talking on the 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 times get good
When times get good