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
We are strictly second -class
People are living on dead -end street
Dead -end street, dead -end street
Dead -end street, head to my feet
On a cold and frosty morning
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawnin'
And my feet are nearly frozen
Boil the tea and put some toast on
and now it's much too late
We both want to work so hard
But we can't, can't be changed
People are living on dead end street
People are dying on dead end street
I'm gonna die on dead end street
Dead end street, dead end street,
We are strictly second class
While we should be on dead end street
people have died on dead end street
going to die on dead end street
Dead end street, dead end street
How do you feel? I feel okay
Where do you live? Glasgow
Dead end street, dead end street