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 gla** I heard a bra** 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 f**ing 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