Samuel And Rosella Lyrics - Lemon Demon

Samuel and Rosella 

both were 82 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 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 60 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" 

and Samuel was obeying 

never saying no 

Sam was a disaster 

When she smiled his heart still flipped 

Who'd imagine after 

60 years he'd still be whipped 

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 hippedy hop 

Samuel and Rosella 

they hate your generation 

and the 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