There's a crack up in the ceiling,And the kitchen sink is
leaking.Out of work and got no money,A Sunday joint of bread and
honey.What are we living for?Two-roomed apartment on the second
floor.No money coming in,The rent collector's knocking,
trying to get in.We are strictly second class,We don't
understand,(Dead end!)Why we should be on dead end street.(Dead
end!)People are living on dead end street.(Dead end!)Gonna die
on dead end street.Dead end street (yeah)Dead end street
(yeah)On a cold and frosty morning,Wipe my eyes and stop me
yawning.And my feet are nearly frozen,Boil the tea and put some
toast on.What are we living for?Two-roomed apartment on the
second floor.No chance to emigrate,I'm deep in debt and now
it's much too late.We both want to work so hard,We
can't get the chance,(Dead end!)People live on dead end
street.(Dead end!)People are dying on dead end street.(Dead
end!)Gonna die on dead end street.Dead end street (yeah)Dead end
street (yeah)(Dead end!)People live on dead end street.(Dead
end!)People are dying on dead end street.(Dead end!)Gonna die on
dead end street.Dead end street (yeah)Dead end street (yeah)Dead
end street (yeah)Head to my feet (yeah)Dead end street
(yeah)Dead end street (yeah)Dead end street (yeah)How's it
feel? (yeah)How's it feel? (yeah)Dead end street (yeah)Dead
end street (yeah)