Faces - Borstal BoysLyrics

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 You know the walls are tall, and the inmates scheme There's no one here that's more than seventeen 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 wardens had a second laugh He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy [Chorus] See the years roll on by Such a senseless waste of time What a way to reform Call out your number Who's a non conformer? Not me, baby, oh yeah Shakey Brown didn't hang around When a Molotov didn't do its 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 [Chorus] 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 Got to make a break for the county line