There's a place some of us choose to live
  Gated community cops cant come in
  A neighborhood for punks over the hill
  We spend 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 Cub they still skateboard
  But most of us lawn bowl and shuffleboard
  We maybe getting ripe, but we aint bored
    We got a blackboard with some rules and laws
  Hefe's got an 18-car garage
  Most of the cars are smashed but 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 they're stayin' up
  Nathan, Matt, and Dad are passin' out
  When California cracks we're all goin' down
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      [ Thanks Brian for correction ]