Napoleon’s Hat (Companion Version)

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