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?   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