Tekster: Rancid. Journey To The End Of The East Bay.

Reconcile to the relief
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 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
started in 87 ended in 89 got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime
it was just the 4 of us, yeah man the core of us too much attention
unavoidably destroyed us 4 kids on tour, 3000 miles in a 4-door car
not know what was goin' on we got a million years tourin' out
like this hell no no premonition coulda 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's fucked
3 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