There's a pack of rabid dogs

Pounding my front door

There's a pack of rabid dogs

Pounding my front door

There's a swarm of yellow jackets

Pounding against my window pane

There's a swarm of yellow jackets

Pounding against my window pane

How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be

How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be

All the pictures on the wall

Are falling to the ground

Trees bowing to the grass

In a silent hurricane

When the landlord comes

That's mother nature's guns you want

She's in a fighting mood

Yeah, I bet I got a gun

This ain't no flower child

How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be

How's it gonna be, how's it gonna be

There's a pack of rabid dogs

Pounding my front door

There's a pack of rabid dogs

Pounding my front door

There's a swarm of yellow jackets

Pounding against my window pane

There's a big old thunderbolt