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