Lyrics Dead End Street - The Jam, Peter Wilson

Dead End Street

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!)