Greta

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 yellowjackets

Pounding against my window pane

There's a swarm of yellowjackets

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 come to arms

She's in a fighting mood

Greta's got a gun

This ain't no flowerchild

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 come to arms

She's in a fighting mood

Greta's got a gun

This ain't no flowerchild

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

There's a pack of rabid dogs

Pawing at my front door

There's a swarm of yellowjackets

Pounding against my window pane

There's a big ol' brama bull

Busting up my shotgun shack