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 could do whatever we want, whenever we please There's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese We've got Carroms, Pitfall, 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 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 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 going down Do, do, do... Do, do, do, do, do... Da, da... Da, da... Da, da, da...