Journey to the End of the East Bay Songtext

von 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