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?

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, yeah
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 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 going on
We got a million years touring out like this
Hell no no premonition could have seen this

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, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

Matty came from far away
From New Orleans, then 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's all alone
Matty said fool me once, shame on you
He said fool me twice, he went back to New Orleans

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, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG