Borstal Boys Lyrics - Dropkick Murphys

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 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 

But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my 

Shoulder 

Don't blame me