DEAD END STREET- The Kinks
There's a crack up in the ceiling
And the kitchen sink is leaking
Out of work and got no money
A Sunday jam of bread and honey
What are we living for? Two roomed apartment on the second floor?
No money comin' in, the rent collector's knockin' trying to get in
We are strictly second class, we don't understand
Dead end! Why we should be in dead end street
Dead end! People are livin' in dead end street
Dead end! I'm gonna die in 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 have to work so hard, we can't get the chance
Dead end! People live on dead end street
Dead end! People are dyin' on dead end street
Dead end! I'm 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 dyin' on dead end street
Dead end! I'm 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 ...
(from a single in 1967, found on Kinks Kronikles album)