There's a crack up in the ceiling And the kitchen sink is leaking Out of work and got no money A Sunday joined to bread and honey What are we living for? Two rooms are popping on the second floor No money coming in The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in We are strictly second class and we don't understand We should be in dead end street People are living in dead end street I'm gonna die in dead end street Dead end street, dead end street 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 rooms are popping 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 People are living in dead end street People are dying on dead end street I'm gonna die on dead end street Dead end street, dead end street Dead end street, dead end street People are living in dead end street People are dying on dead end street I'm gonna die on dead end street Dead end street, dead end street Head to the feet Dead end street, dead end street How do you feel? Dead end street, dead end street How do you feel? Dead end street, dead end street