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
And 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, don't wanna die on dead end street
Dead end street, yeah
Dead end street, yeah
Dead end street, yeah
Head to my feet, 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, people are living on dead end street
Dead end, people are dying 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
We are strictly second class
And we don't understand
Dead end, why we should be on dead end street
Dead end, people are dying 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, yeah
Dead end street, yeah
Dead end street, yeah
Dead end street, yeah
How do you feel?
I feel okay
Are you sure?
Absolutely
Where'd you live?
Glasgow
Nice working with you
The pleasure's all mine
Cheers, no problem
Dead end street, yeah
Dead end street, yeah
Dead end street, yeah
Head to my feet, yeah