Greta Lyrics - Widespread Panic

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 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 come to arms 

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 

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