Faces - Borstal Boys lyrics

Cell block five, how I hate bromide
With your coffee in the morning
Makes you so sterile
The corner gang never made a man of me, boy
No you know the walls are tall
And the inmates scheme
There's no one here that's more than 17
Bet your life there's a riot
Tonight in the mess hall, listen
A letter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the warden's
Had a second laugh
He said, "Sentimental rubbish ain't got
No place in here, boy"

See the years roll on by
Such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform call out your number
Who's a nonconformer? Not me baby, oh yeah

Shakey brown didn't hang around
When a Molotow didn't do it's stuff
You went back in there and said
It with a sawed-off shotgun
You know poker Sam couldn't lose a hand
If he did you were hit by a downtown tram
Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator
Elevator

See the years roll on by
Such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform call out your number
Who's a nonconformer not me baby, oh

When I get out, I'll get straight
If this old world gives me half a break
But, if you see me in the corner
With a chip on my shoulder
Don't blame me, don't blame me, baby, no, no
Hit me, woo ow, ow, ow

Got to make a break for the county line