Widespread Panic
Widespread Panic - Greta songtekst
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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
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Taal: Engels
Meer info:
- Land: Verenigde Staten
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