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Abstürzende
   Brieftauben

Anti-Flag
Bad Religion
Bambix
Bitume
...But Alive
Bums
Chaos-Z
Daily Terror
Die Ärzte
Dritte Wahl
Elf
Fliehende Stürme
HbW
Kapitulation
   B.o.N.n.

Kettcar
Muff Potter
NoFX
Normahl
Planlos
Rantanplan
Slime
Terror-
   gruppe

Toten Hosen
Troopers
Tut das not
Untergangs-
   kommando

Wizo
Wohl$tands-
   kinder

 

     

NoFX - Mattersville

There's a place where some of choose to live,
gated community, cops can't come in.
A neighbourhood for punks over the hill
who spend there golden years in Mattersville.
We can do whatever want, whenever we please.
There's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese.
We got Charams, Pinball, and Asteroids,
Space Invaders and Missile Command.

We will grow old together.
We will play bridge and Texas hold'em.
Duane and Stevie Cab 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 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 are staying up,
Nathan, Matt, and Dad are passing out.
When California cracks we're all going down.

 
     

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