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