| There’s a place where some of us choose to live
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| a gated community cops can’t come in a neighborhood for punks over the hill
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| we’re spendin’our golden years in mattersville
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| we can do whatever we want whenever we please
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| there’s always a keg of beer and a block of cheese
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| we got charams, pinball, asteroids, space invaders, and missile command
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| we will grow old together we will play bridge and Texas hold 'em
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| Duane and Stevie Cab they still skateboard
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| but most of us lawn bowl and shuffleboard
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| we may be getting ripe but we ain’t bored
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| we got a blackboard with some rules and laws
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| Hefe’s got an 18 car garage
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| most the cars are smashed but so is Spike
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| twice a week on karaoke night
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| Eric Melvin lives next door to me Limo and the Locknecks head security
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| at the end of my cul de sac
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| Davey Havok’s house is painted black
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| we will grow old and fatter
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| We got our ville so what else matters?
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| Trashy, Mod, and Kath are staying up Nathan, Matt, and Dad are passing out
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| when california cracks we’re all goin’down |