Rod Stewart - 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 schemeTheres no one here thats more than seventeenBet your life theres 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 aint got no place in here boySee the years roll on bySuch a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reformCall out your numberWhos a nonconformer,Not me baby, oh yeahShakey brown didnt hang aroundWhen a molotow didnt do its stuffYou went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgunYou know poker sam couldnt 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 numberWhos a nonconformer,Not me baby, oh yeahWhen I get out, Ill get straightIf this old world gives me half a breakBut, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulderDont blame me, dont blame me baby, no, noGot to make a break for the county line
