| Lyrics: | 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...
Do, do, do...
Do, do, do, do, do...
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