Rancid - Journey to the End of the East Bay lyrics
[Rancid - Journey to the End of the East Bay lyrics]
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 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 goin' on and
We got a million years tourin' 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
Didn't 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
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 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 goin' on and
We got a million years tourin' 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
Didn't 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