Dead End Street - The Jam, Peter Wilson

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

We don’t understand

(Dead end!) Why we should be in dead end street?

(Dead end!) People are living in dead end street

(Dead end!) I’m gonna die on 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 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

We can’t get the chance

(Dead end!) People live in dead end street

(Dead end!) People are dying on dead end street

(Dead end!) We’re 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 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!)

Dead end street (Yeah!)

Dead end street (Yeah!)

Dead end street (Yeah!)

How’s it feel?

(Yeah!)

How’s it feel?

(Yeah!)

Dead end street (Yeah!)

Dead end street (Yeah!)