Greg MacPherson - Good Times lyrics
[Greg MacPherson - Good Times lyrics]
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
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