Paroles de 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