Greta

There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pounding my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pounding 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
How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be
All the pictures on the wall
Are falling to the ground
Trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord comes
That's mother nature's guns you want
She's in a fighting mood
Yeah, I bet I got a gun
This ain't no flower child
How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be
How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pounding my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pounding my front door
There's a swarm of yellow jackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a big old thunderbolt