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
tworoomed 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
tworoomed 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 x
head to my feet yeah
dead end street yeah x
how’s it feel yeah
how’s it feel yeah
dead end street yeah
dead end street yeah
Artist: The Kinks
Year: 1967
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 165