The Kinks - Dead end street
Tekst en muziek: Ray Davies
(1966)






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 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



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 on dead end street
Dead end
People are dying on dead end street
Dead end
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









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