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 shackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
