There's a place some of us choose to live

Gated community - cops can't come in

A neighborhood for punks over the hill

We'll spend our golden years in Mattersville



We could do whatever we want, whenever we please

There's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese

We've got Carubs ,Pitfall, Asteroids...

Space Invaders, and Missile Command...



We will grow old together

We will play bridge and texas holdem

Twiggy, Steve, and Kev - they still skateboard

But most of us want bowling, shuffleboard

We may be getting ripe, but we ain't bored



We got a blackboard with some rules and laws

Hefe's got an eighteen car garage

Most of the cars are smashed, and so is Spike

Twice a week on karaoke night



Eric Melvin lives nextdoor to me

Limo and the "Lochness" Head Security

At the end of my cul-de-sac

Davey Havok's house is painted black



We will grow old and fatter

We got our bills, so what else matters?



Trashy, Mon, and Kev - they're staying up

Making matters out of passing out...

The California trash are going down...



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