Lemon Demon - Samuel and Rosella lyrics

Samuel and Rosella
Both were eighty-two years old
Sharing an umbrella
Slowly down the street they strolled
And all around the world was changing
In a manner of ways ranging
From dialect to fashion, the
State of affairs
Absolutely clashin' with the world
That was theirs
"I don't understand these kids today
" said Rose "yeah, " responded Sam
"take a look at this boy's clothes"
The young man exiting Hot Topic
Made them feel so misanthropic
Samuel and Rosella didn't like the way
He dressed, they closed their umbrella
And they rammed it through his chest

Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation
With such determination samuel and Rosella
They are disgusted knowing
How wrong this world is going
A fact they don't mind showing
In fact right now they're blowing
Up the local mall
And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

Now after being in love for sixty years
They were both agreeing that the
End was drawing near
So, why not cause a little trouble?
Who'd suspect a sweet old couple?
Rose was always saying "That kid's gotta go"
Samuel was obeying, never saying no
Sam was a disaster
When she smiled his heart still flipped
Who'd imagine after sixty years
He'd still be whipped?
But nonetheless she loved him dearly
They'd hold hands while cavalierly
Burning baggy jeans in the middle of a shop
Or killing silly teens for
Listening to the hippity-hop

Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation
And music video station samuel and Rosella
They are disgusted knowing
How wrong this world is going
A fact they don't mind showing
In fact right now they're blowing
Up the local mall
And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

These kids today
With their sleepy expressions
And their Satanic tattoos
And their running around in
The arcade parlors
And their shiny gold "blam blam"
Or whatever they call it
And their dangerous skateboards
And their Chef Boyardees
And their dang-fangled computer
Machines teaching them how to make bombs
And their iFrogs or whatever they call it
And their automobiles with the
Wheels that look
Like they're still spinning when they stop
And their trenchcoats
And their colorful tee-shirts with the
Marxist propaganda on them
And their thong sandals
And their Britney Spears's husbands
And their powdered wigs
And their peg legs with decals on 'em
And their low-carb diets
And their Rockin' the Vote
And their collectible bottle caps
And their tiny little cameras inside
The tiny little portable telephones
And their "For Shizzle McFizzley Ding
Dong Dizzle" Snoopy Dog language
And their general disrespect
Towards their elders
Well they can burn in hell, I say
Every last one of them!

Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation
With such determination samuel and Rosella
They are disgusted knowing
How wrong this world is going
A fact they don't mind showing
In fact right now they're blowing
Up the local mall
And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
(Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol)
Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol