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! End!
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
Touring out like this [bad word] no, no premonition coulda 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! End!
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end

Mattie 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 [bad word] "
3 months go by, he had no home,
He had no food, he's all alone
Mattie 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! End!
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end