Journey to the End of the East Bay

Reconcile to the belief, consumed in scared 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 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

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, three thousand miles

In a four-door car, not know what was going on

We got a million years of touring out like this

Hell no! No premonition could have 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, 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 end, end

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