JOURNEY TO THE END OF THE EAST BAY
Rancid


Reconcile to the belief consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go 
But there was always an urgent need to belong and 
All these bands and all the people
All these friends and we were equals but
What are you gonna do when everybody goes on without you

To the end to the end i'll journey to the end
To the end to the end i'll journey to the end
To the eeeeend, eeeeeend 
To the end to the end i'll journey to the end

Started in '87, ended in '89
You got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was the four of us, yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour, three thousand miles
In a four door car not knowing what was going on
You got a million years it would turn out like this
Hell no premonition could've saved us

To the end to the end i'll journey to the end
To the end to the end i'll journey to the end
To the eeeeend, eeeeeend 
To the end to the end i'll journey to the end

Matty came from far away, 
From New Orleans into the East Bay
He said this is a mecca
I said this ain't a mecca man, this place is fucked
Three months go by, he had no home, 
He had no food, he's all alone
Matty said fool me once shame on you
He said fool me twice he went back to New Orleans

To the end to the end i'll journey to the end
To the end to the end i'll journey to the end
To the eeeeend, eeeeeend 
To the end to the end i'll journey to the end