Greg MacPherson - Good Times lyrics

rate me

good times coming back again

I seen them touch down on the runway

I seen that old face staring back, pressed against the glass

I heard a brass band wailing

middleman got caught out of his skin

it's on a bus across the boarder

he's got legs spread, head cracked, his hands against the wall

he says, '"I'm just a fucking reporter!!"

good times coming back again

I heard the girl upstairs singing

she sang all night

I turned the stereo on

I went out for the evening

I couldn't get that song out of my mind

good times coming back

I seen them

on the shoulder with their hood up

through a vaselined lens

they got their bags packed tight

the key to every city

I heard they're bringing all of their friends

there's something dead out in the field behind our house

the wind's changing direction

I seen the local man dressing up in the latest style

he says,"It's only natural selection..."

good times coming back again