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

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