Dead End Street (feat. Amy Macdonald)

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 And 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, don't wanna die on dead end street Dead end street, yeah Dead end street, yeah Dead end street, yeah Head to my feet, 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 But we can't get the chance Dead end, people are living 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 We are strictly second class And we don't understand Dead end, why we should be 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 street, yeah Head to my feet, yeah Dead end street, yeah Dead end street, yeah Dead end street, yeah Dead end street, yeah How do you feel? I feel okay Are you sure? Absolutely Where'd you live? Glasgow Nice working with you The pleasure's all mine Cheers, no problem Dead end street, yeah Dead end street, yeah Dead end street, yeah Head to my feet, yeah