Borstal Boys Lyrics

(ian mclagan, ron wood, rod stewart)Cell block five, how I hate bromideWith your coffee in the morning makes you so sterileThe corner gang never made a man of me boyYou know the walls are tall and the inmates schemeThere?s no one here that?s more than seventeenBet your life there?s a riot tonight in the mess hallListenA letter from your home town makes you sadYou read it when the wardens had a second laughHe said sentimental rubbish ain?t got no place in here boySee the years roll on bySuch a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reformCall out your numberWho?s a nonconformer,Not me baby, oh yeahShakey brown didn?t hang aroundWhen a molotow didn?t do it?s stuffYou went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgunYou know poker sam couldn?t lose a handIf he did you were hit by a downtown tramOr crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevatorSee the years roll on bySuch a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reformCall out your numberWho?s a nonconformer,Not me baby, oh yeahWhen I get out, I?ll get straightIf this old world gives me half a breakBut, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulderDon?t blame me, don?t blame me baby, no, noGot to make a break for the county lineRod Steward - Borstal Boys - http://motolyrics.com/rod-steward/borstal-boys-lyrics.html