"Journey to The End of The East Bay" by 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 frieds and we were equals but
what you gonna do
When everyone goes on without you 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 yea the core of us too much attention
unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour three thousand miles in a four door car
not knowing what was
Going years it would turn out like this hell no no
preminition could have seen
This my friend 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 was all alone
matty said fool me
Once shame on you he said fool me twice he went back to new
orleans