Текст песни 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
All these bands and all these people
All these friends and we were equals but
What 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 end, 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, yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour
3000 miles in a four door car not knowing what was going on
We got a million years
It'd turn out like this
Hell no, no premonition could've seen this

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, end
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 no 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"
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, end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end