Faces - Borstal Boys lyrics

(ian mclaganron woodrod stewart)

Cell block fivehow I hate bromide

With your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile

The corner gang never made a man of me boys

You know the walls are taller 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

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

Shakey brown didn't hang around

When a molotov didn't do it's stuff

He 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 was hit by a downtown tram

Or crushed in the path of a moving 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

When I get out I'll get straight

If this old world gives me half a break

Butif you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder

Don't blame me