There's a crack up in the ceiling

There's a crack up in the ceiling

And the kitchen sink is leaking

Out of work and got no money

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

Now 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, no, no

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

But we can't get the chance

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

Dead end street, yeah

Head to my feet, yeah

Dead end street

Dead end street, I like that

How's it feel?

How's it feel?

Dead end street

Dead end street