DEAD END STREET

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 livin' for? Two-roomed apartment on the second floor No money comin' in The resin collector's out tryin' to get in We are strictly second class We don't understand Hey, hey, We should be on Dead End Street Hey, hey! People are livin' on Dead End Street Hey, hey, 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 livin' 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 worked and worked so hard We could get the chills Hey, hey! People live on Dead End Street Hey, hey! People are dyin' on Dead End Street Hey, hey, Gonna die on Dead End Street Dead End Street Yeah! Dead End Street Yeah! Hey, hey! People live on Dead End Street Hey, hey! People are dyin' on Dead End Street Hey, hey, Gonna die on Dead End Street Dead End Street Yeah! Dead End Street Yeah! Dead End Street Yeah!