22 March 2011

VINTAGE (XXXIII)

The Kinks - "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,
Why we should be on dead end street.
People are living on dead end street.
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street
Dead end street

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,
People live on dead end street.
People are dying on dead end street.
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street
Dead end street

People live on dead end street.
People are dying on dead end street.
Gonna die on dead end street.


(2011)

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