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 endstreet?. Dead end, people are
. . You belong to someone else, and I do too. It's just crazy bein' here with you. As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat. Going ninety miles an hour down a dead endstreet. Ninety miles an hour
