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 shack