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)