Jounrey To The East 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 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