Dead End Street - Ray Davies

Dead End Street - Ray Davies
Written by：Ray Davies
Hooo ho
Hooo ho
There's a crack up in the ceilin'
And the kitchen sink is leakin'
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
Gonna 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 department on the second floor
No chance to emigrate
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 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
Hoo ho ho
Hoo ho ho
We are strictly second class
And we don't
Understand
Dead end
Why we should be on dead end street
Dead end
People are die on dead end street
Dead end
Gonna die on dead end street
Dead end street yeah
Dead end street yeah
Dead end street yeah
Hed to my feet yeah
Dead end street yeah
Dead end street yeah
Dead end street yeah
Dead end street yeah
How's it feel yeah
I feel okay yeah
You show
Absolutely
Why do you leave
Gone as go
Nice one come on yeah
The pleasures on mine
Tears
No problem yeah
Dead end street yeah
Dead end street yeah
Dead end street yeah
Head to my feet