Dead End Street

Raymond Douglas Davis / the Kinks (1967)

Am C G
There's a crack up in the ceiling,
Dm F Am
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Am C G
Out of work and got no money,
Dm F Am
A Sunday joint of bread and honey!
Am G F E7
What are we living for? Two roomed apartment on the second floor!
Am G F E7
No money comin' in, the rent collector's out and try'n to get in!
A Dm E
We are strictly second class, and we don't understand!
 
Am G F E
Dead end! (Why) We should be in dead end street.
Am G F E
Dead end! People are livin' in dead end street.
Am G F E
Dead end! I'm gonna die in dead end street.
C F C F
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 livin' 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 worked to work so hard, but we can't get a chance! 
 
Dead end! People live in dead end street! 
Dead end! People are dyin' at dead end street! 
Dead end! I'm gonna die at dead end street! 
Dead end street (yeah!) Dead end street (yeah!) 
trombone solo
Dead end! People live on dead end street. 
Dead end! People are dyin' at 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 (Yah!)... 
trumpet solo


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