Rancid - Journey to the End of the East Bay

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, yeah 
All these bands and all these people, all these frieds and we were equals 
But what you gonna do when everyone 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 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 just the four of us, yea 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 
Years it would turn out like this 
Hell, no no preminition could have seen for 

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 end, to the end, I'll journey to the end 

My friend came from far away, from New Orleans into the East Bay 
He said this is a Mecca 
I said: "This ain't no mecca, man, this place is fucked" 
Three months go by he had no home, he had no food, he was 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 end, to the end, I'll journey to the end