Journey to the End of the East Bay Rancid

[Verse 1: Tim Armstrong]
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?

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2: Tim Armstrong]
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