Samuel and Rosella
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both were 82 years old
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sharing an umbrella
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slowly down the street they strolled
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and all around the world was changing
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in a manner of ways ranging
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from dialect to fashion
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the state of affairs
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absolutely clashin' with
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the world that was theirs
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"I don't understand
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these kids today," said Rose.
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"Yeah," responded Sam,
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"Take a look at this boy's clothes."
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The young man exiting Hot Topic
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made them feel so misanthropic.
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Samuel and Rosella
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didn't like the way he dressed.
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They closed their umbrella
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and rammed it through his chest.
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Samuel and Rosella
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they hate your generation
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with such determination
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Samuel and Rosella
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they are disgusted, knowing
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how wrong this world is going
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a fact they don't mind showing
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in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall
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and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
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now after being
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in love for 60 years
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they were both agreeing
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that the end was drawing near
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so,
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why not cause a little trouble?
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who'd suspect a sweet old couple?
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Rose was always saying,
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"that kid's gotta go"
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and Samuel was obeying
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never saying no
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Sam was a disaster
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When she smiled his heart still flipped
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Who'd imagine after
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60 years he'd still be whipped
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nonetheless she loved him dearly
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they'd hold hands while cavalierly
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burning baggy jeans
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in the middle of a shop
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or killing silly teens
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for listening to the hippedy hop
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Samuel and Rosella
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they hate your generation
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and the music video station
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Samuel and Rosella
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they are disgusted, knowing
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how wrong this world is going
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a fact they don't mind showing
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in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall
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and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
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off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
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These kids today, with their sleepy expressions
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and their Satanic tattoos
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and their running around in the arcade parlors
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and their shiny gold "blam blam" or whatever they call it
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and their dangerous skateboards
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and their Chef Boyardees
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and their dang-fangled computer machines teaching them how to make bombs
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and their iFrogs or whatever they call it
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and their automobiles with the wheels that look like they're still spinning when they stop
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and their trenchcoats
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and their colorful tee-shirts with the Marxist propaganda on them
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and their thong sandals
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and their Britney Spears's husbands
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and their powdered wigs
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and their peg legs with decals on 'em
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and their low-carb diets
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and their Rockin' the Vote
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and their collectible bottle caps
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and their tiny little cameras inside the tiny little portable telephones
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and their "For Shizzle McFizzley Ding Dong Dizzle" Snoopy Dog language
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and their general disrespect towards their elders
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Well, they can burn in hell, I say, every last one of them.
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Samuel and Rosella
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they hate your generation
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with such determination
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Samuel and Rosella
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they are disgusted, knowing
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how wrong this world is going
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a fact they don't mind showing
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in fact right now they're blowing up the local mall
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and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
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(off they hobble, drunk on Geritol)
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off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
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Samuel And Rosella
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Lemon Demon |