Bright Eyes, Jenny Lewis - Napoleon's Hat lyrics
[Bright Eyes, Jenny Lewis - Napoleon's Hat lyrics]
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 millpond's 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 lead 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
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 millpond's 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 lead 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