There's a place where some of us choose to live A gated community cops can't come in A neighborhood for punks over the hill We're spendin' our golden years in Mattersville We can do whatever we want whenever we please There's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese We got charams, pinball, asteroids, space invaders and missile command
We will grow old together We will play bridge and Texas hold 'em Duane and Stevie Cab they still skateboard But most of us lawn bowl and shuffleboard We may be getting ripe but we ain't bored
We got a blackboard with some rules and laws Hefe's got an 18 car garage Most of the cars are smashed and so is Spike Twice a week on karaoke night Eric Melvin lives next door to me Limo and the Locknecks 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 ville so what else matters? Trashy, Mod, and Kath are staying up Nathan, Matt, and Dad are passing out When California cracks we're all goin' down
