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 gone to war   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 gone to war   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