No one remembers the good,
They'll forget it soon as they could,
Who would remember,
That little helper,
Who's gone as soon as they're done?

Who remembers the good,
When the bad hurts so much longer?
The answer soon becomes clear,
no one remembers the good.

How can we go on,
if the good is so easily forgotten?
We'll collapse, we'll fall, we'll crumble,
We'll make more enemies than friends,
We'll hear the enemies' rumble,
For no one remembers the good.

Who will remember the good,
When we are all dead and gone?
Who will remember the good,
When we've been away so long?
Who will remember the good,
when it's buried with that unearthly throng?
Who will remember the good,
When we are all dead and gone?