Widespread Panic - Greta Lyrics
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Greta
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What Are The Lyrics For Greta By Widespread Panic?
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 flower child 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 flower child 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 |
Who Wrote Greta By Widespread Panic?
David A. Schools, Domingo Ortiz, John F. Bell, John R. Herman, Michael N. Houser, Todd A. Nance
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What's The Duration Of The Greta By Widespread Panic?The duration of Greta is 10:10 minutes and seconds. |
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