Gangs of millennials

Roaming through my lawn

Trampling my perennials

What the hell is going on?

Should I get the shotgun?

Should I call the cops?

Should I batten down my windows

'til the infestation stops?

They spent years getting fat

Now they're getting unfat

First kiss from the sunlight

Now how about that?

And long into the night

See their faces from the glow

They don't want to eat or sleep

All they want to do is Go

Eyes on a tiny screen

Balls flying through the air

Walking into manholes

But they don't seem to care

Driving through the front door

Of the local shopping mall

No time to give a statement

'cause you gotta catch 'em all

They're renting dogs they can walk

So that people don't talk

Pointing fingers as they

Shamble down the sidewalk

Where they're going, where they come from

No one really knows

But they're never going home

All they want to do is Go

(Server's down.)

They're getting owned in the park

By an eight-year old girl

Her parents run the gym

But they don't know how to curl

The old folks will never understand it

But they know the batteries won't last forever

So for now we gotta Go