Greta (From "Live In the Classic City 2000") - Widespread Panic
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Widespread Panic
There's a pack of rabid dogs<br /> Pawing at my front door<br /> There's a pack of rabid dogs<br /> Pawing at my front doorThere's a swarm of yellowjackets<br /> Pounding against my window pane<br /> There's a swarm of yellowjackets<br /> Pounding against my window paneWell, how's it gonna be<br /> How's it gonna be yeah<br /> How's it gonna be<br /> How's it gonna be yeahAll the pictures on the wall<br /> Have fallen to the ground<br /> The trees bowing to the grass<br /> In a silent hurricane<br /> When the landlord callsMother Nature's gone to war<br /> She's in a fighting mood<br /> Greta's got a gun<br /> This ain't no flowerchildHow's it gonna be<br /> How's it gonna be yeah<br /> How's it gonna be<br /> How's it gonna be yeahAll the pictures on the wall<br /> Have fallen to the ground<br /> The trees bowing to the grass<br /> In a silent hurricane<br /> When the landlord callsMother Nature's gone to war<br /> She's in a fighting mood<br /> Greta's got a gun<br /> This ain't no flowerchildHow's it gonna be<br /> How's it gonna be yeah<br /> How's it gonna be<br /> How's it gonna be yeahThere's a pack of rabid dogs<br /> Pawing at my front door<br /> There's a pack of rabid dogs<br /> Pawing at my front doorThere's a swarm of yellowjackets<br /> Pounding against my window pane<br /> There's a big ol' brama bull<br /> Busting up my shotgun shack<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> JOHN F. BELL, MICHAEL N. HOUSER, TODD A. NANCE, DAVID A. SCHOOLS, DOMINGO ORTIZ, JOHN R. HERMANPublished by<br /> Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLCLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
Greta (From "Live In the Classic City 2000") Lyrics
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front doorThere's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window paneWell, how's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeahAll the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
The trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord callsMother Nature's gone to war
She's in a fighting mood
Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flowerchildHow's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeahAll the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
The trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord callsMother Nature's gone to war
She's in a fighting mood
Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flowerchildHow's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeahThere's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front doorThere's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a big ol' brama bull
Busting up my shotgun shack
Songwriters
JOHN F. BELL, MICHAEL N. HOUSER, TODD A. NANCE, DAVID A. SCHOOLS, DOMINGO ORTIZ, JOHN R. HERMANPublished by
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC