Mattersville

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 do whatever we want, whenever we please
There's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese
We've got Charams, Pinball, 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 next door 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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