There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a swarm of yellow jackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a swarm of yellow jackets
Pounding against my window pane
Well, 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
The trees bowing to the grass in a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls
Mother nature's gone to war
She's in a fighting mood
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
The trees bowing to the grass in a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls
Mother nature's gone to war
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 at my front door
Yeah, there's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
And there's a swarm of yellow jackets
They're pounding against my window pane
Now there's a big ol' brama bull
He's busting up my shotgun shack

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