Ray Davies - Dead End Street lyrics

There's a crack up in the ceiling And the kitchen the Other work ain't got no money I song to join the bread and honey. What are we livin' for? Two room department on the second floor No money coming in, and red collectors are try to get in. We are straight the second cla** And the door on the stairs (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, dead end street Dead end street, head to my feet. All my frost morning Wipe my eyes and stop me onion And my feet are nearly frozen And put some toast on. What are we livin' for? Two room department on the second floor No chance to emigrate And different..now it's much too late. We both want to work so hard but we can't Can't be changed. (Dead end) people are living on dead end street (Dead end)don't wanna die 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, dead end street Dead end street head to my feet. Uh uh We are second and we're on the (Dead end) people are living on dead end street (Dead end)don't wanna die 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, dead end street Dead end street head to my feet. Dead end street, dead end street Dead end street, dead end street How do you feel? I feel okay Are you sure? Absolutely. Where do you live? Nice working with you The pleasure is all mine. Tschus! No problem. Dead end street, dead end street Dead end street head to my feet.