There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing my front door
There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a swarm of yellowjackets, yeah
Pounding against my window pane
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, yeah
All the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
Trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls
Yes, mother nature's come to arms
She's in a fighting mood
Yeah, Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flower child
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, yeah
All the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
Trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls
Yes, Mother nature's come to arms
She's in a fighting mood
Yeah, Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flower child
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, yeah
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing my front door
Yeah, there's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing my front door
There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
And there's a big ol' brama bull
Just busting up my shotgun shack
How's it gonna be, yeah